you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
If Wessex is any indication of the earthly and sea-dwellers’ motto, then yes, practice brings one closer to perfection. Not perfect. None of the demigods are perfect, but close to it, because luck is a tricky thing sometimes.
It’s been a long time since she’s visited these Isles and teleportation makes the isle-hopping infinitely easier, so the demigod is spending a small amount of time amusing herself by flicking back and forth between the sand, trees, and water. Anyone watching would surely wonder what’s gotten in to her. And when she finds herself on a new isle, the Wraith pauses for a moment, only to find a mermaid behind her, facing away, and - oh, yes, she vaguely recognizes him. It’s the hair, really. She recognizes the hair. A bit cheekily, Wessex attempts to sneak up on him, summoning a pair of encantados to leap up around the merman’s head and potentially through the water figures he's making.
It’s been a long time since she’s visited these Isles and teleportation makes the isle-hopping infinitely easier, so the demigod is spending a small amount of time amusing herself by flicking back and forth between the sand, trees, and water. Anyone watching would surely wonder what’s gotten in to her. And when she finds herself on a new isle, the Wraith pauses for a moment, only to find a mermaid behind her, facing away, and - oh, yes, she vaguely recognizes him. It’s the hair, really. She recognizes the hair. A bit cheekily, Wessex attempts to sneak up on him, summoning a pair of encantados to leap up around the merman’s head and potentially through the water figures he's making.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
