WESSEX
“I was hoping we might go to the old site, maybe walk the plans out? Something about being there rather than looking at plans on paper…” drifting off, Wessex shrugs and readily admits that she’s more of the in-person type. Her ability to visualize something on paper probably isn’t as well-developed as Azrael’s. If they agree, she’ll wait for them to finish up whatever they need to do and grab whatever they might need before heading towards the old Barracks site. The sun has fully sunk beyond the horizon now, the light fading to a calm, pale lavender and grey-blue sky as they walk. “How were your travels? Did you do anything exciting? Meet anyone cool?” Wessex genuinely hopes that they’d had a good time despite the world beginning to fall down around them.
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
