WESSEX
Unable to decide quite yet if she’d like any company, Wessex decides to give the tracks some space and walk parallel to them. The trees grow thick here, and she doesn’t put much effort into seeing if anyone is on the horizon - such are the perks of being a demigod, she muses dryly to herself. Only a few she needs to watch her back for, and if they’re lurking in the Woods, then she’s got a much bigger problem.
Ah, and there’s some snow moss. Squatting down in the snow, the natural brushes away the detritus and takes her knife’s edge to the ground. Scraping up the green-white plant, she eventually pulls up a long strip and deposits it into the waiting basket. Pushing herself up, her mind seems to remember the task she’s originally set out to do, and turns most of her attention to the ground again, with only half an ear paying attention to whatever other was out there with her.
Ah, and there’s some snow moss. Squatting down in the snow, the natural brushes away the detritus and takes her knife’s edge to the ground. Scraping up the green-white plant, she eventually pulls up a long strip and deposits it into the waiting basket. Pushing herself up, her mind seems to remember the task she’s originally set out to do, and turns most of her attention to the ground again, with only half an ear paying attention to whatever other was out there with her.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
