WESSEX
Is that a little twinge of guilt in your breast, Wessex? Seeing that kernel of fear come to life - letting another region or two pay the price for her bargaining? Word spread like wildfire that Torchline hadn’t thawed out like before and with the knowledge of the secret shrine at the forefront of her mind, she had to go investigate. Slow, somber steps carry her along the shoreline, taking note of what greenery was missing - along with the sounds, the people, and the grey skies. Her face twists tightly down and in in dismay - even when she spots something cool and unusual - a Mer, half out of the water. She hails him with an energetic wave of her arm, calling out brightly, “Hey!” so it doesn’t seem as if she’s sneaking up on him.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
