I know, I fought you in the dark
In the end, she makes her decision and trades a few coins for a couple of different seeds and a sapling; variety is the name of the game, she thinks, as she is definitely not knowledgeable about horticulture and the like. Placing the tiny seeds delicately into a small pouch, the Writh grasps the sapling firmly by the trunk and wanders around a bit more. The whole thing is definitely a bit odd - and while she might have stayed around till the end just to see if anything interesting is going to happen, time rolls ever onward. There are things to be done, and with no one to talk to, the demigod doesn’t choose to linger. ------------------
Wessex out
the wraith
WESSEX
