Wessex
some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me
Oh, yes, that was a nice market, she agrees, continuing their small talk. Nothing of note had happened, and given the drastic events she had to compare it to, quiet is indeed nice. To hear him tell a brief, but illustrating tale makes her ears perk up and she turns towards the water again. If that’s true, I imagine it’s how King’s End got its name. The whole place actually seems to be a beautiful, very large burial ground. From the Barrows to Mourn, the land itself often gives off a quiet calmness, of introspection and peace. It’s clear that Wessex enjoys King’s End, as a wave of calm, grounded energy sneaks across the Attuned bond.
As for the frost? She looks back, and then darts further in, till only the tips of her tails are visible. Yeah… the Wraith calls out. It’s not devastating, but it’s here. So that gives it a decent spread. As she pops back out, the angle of the sun catches her eye and she sighs, acknowledging that the day has passed by far too quickly. I’m sorry, I have to go. Nice to meet you, Hadama. And with that, she disappears back into the underbrush.
{Fin}
