Of Stranger Things

WESSEX out of the night that covers me It is the kindest rebuke ever, and Wessex is well aware of that. She doesn’t have the capability to blush, nor would she be the kind to, but these final words leave her feeling very warm. Very satisfied. Proud to be an Ascended, even, and that even though she’s over halfway through a normal lifespan, her potential is finally being recognized. But Wessex is the sort that need to be a big fish, whether it’s in a small pond or a big pond. Her competition for ‘brightest’ is more limited than say, the competition for Safrin’s affections. Nevertheless, the woman nods and rises gracefully. “Understood. I will gather them, learn what we can, and wait for a signal.” She smiles. They will be ready, she will make sure of it. “Thank you, Lady.” Wessex waits until the hologram takes its leave of the Shrine before exiting as well, heading back to the surface with a strangely buoyant purpose and a hundred thoughts racing through her head.   black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul