WESSEX
No gifts? Ever? That revelation alone makes Wessex sad, though she struggles to hide her pity for them. Pity won’t fix their past. Pity does nothing for the proud Grounders other than turn them against the one doing the pitying. So the Queen (at this point, still) tries to mask it in a smile, stepping back to watch them and taking a bit of joy in (what seems like) their delight. It’s hard to tell, honestly.
“Then there’s no time like the present, hmm?” Loki takes this time to saunter in and see what’s going on between the two of them, sauntering across the floor, more like a cat than a dragon, chirping again at the waif. “Besides, what good is being a Queen if I can’t call in a few favors every now and then?”
Leaning against a side table, her arms cross casually over her chest and she meanders on. “Have you thought about what you want to do now? With your Ascension, I mean?”
“Then there’s no time like the present, hmm?” Loki takes this time to saunter in and see what’s going on between the two of them, sauntering across the floor, more like a cat than a dragon, chirping again at the waif. “Besides, what good is being a Queen if I can’t call in a few favors every now and then?”
Leaning against a side table, her arms cross casually over her chest and she meanders on. “Have you thought about what you want to do now? With your Ascension, I mean?”
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
