His word vomit is… almost endearing. Wessex isn’t a kid person, but the boy’s earnest defense of his research prompts an amused look somewhere around mom. Once he’s on his feet again, she waves off the apology. “You’re fine. No harm done.” No rebuke, no watch where you’re going next time, just the air of someone who should get back to what they’re doing, and yet -
With a pause where a breath might have been, she holds a finger up to keep his attention, in case he’s in a hurry. This won’t take long. “Although - do you know the Archives well? I’m looking for where the oldest books are kept.”
With a pause where a breath might have been, she holds a finger up to keep his attention, in case he’s in a hurry. This won’t take long. “Although - do you know the Archives well? I’m looking for where the oldest books are kept.”
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
