WESSEX
The unexpected sudden opening sends her back more quickly than anticipated, and she finds herself perhaps almost as startled as Remi is. But the ever unruffled Wessex recovers quickly and rights herself, awkwardly smiling at the disheveled alchemist. They may not run in the same circles, but she can respect his power - indeed, it might be the only thing she woman respects in anyone these days. “Hi,” she says, overlapping his greeting. Oops. “Ahhh, yes. Is this a bad time? I just have a question about something magical.” Well, not just a question. A request, too. She shifts the book out from under her arm and shows it to Remi, as if that would make all the difference. But she does come in peace, see?
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
