WESSEX
As the demigod nears, she an see that the merman looks completely different from the other two Mers she’s known, and though she feels a bit like an idiot for thinking it, it does make sense that they, too, would come in all colors, shapes, and sizes. As he pulls back into the water, she stops with some space between them, inadvertently treating him a bit like a skittish animal. Wessex offers a polite, close-lipped grin before answering. “Nice to meet you Hadama. I’m familiar with it enough…” trailing off a bit, she glances back towards the greenery that is struggling to come to life. “Though it doesn’t usually look like this.”
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
