WESSEX
“Yeah, sometimes people put rocks around the edges to keep embers from popping out and burning them or the grass around them.” Humming to herself, Wessex takes a look at the surrounding beach for any sign of sizeable rocks that might do. There isn’t much to be found upon first, quick glance. “I don’t think the sand is in any danger, but… what about your friends?” Adopting a ‘thinking’ pose, Wessex looks from the pit to Paige and then back again. “Are they… accident prone at all? Or clumsy?” Because Paige couldn’t possibly be any of those things. And though the Grounder has no idea who her friends are (and even if she did, she wouldn’t wish them harm), she gives the girl the option to ponder and determine what might be best.
Loki, for her part, is done with digging (and all of this, really, she’s helped quite a lot) and sits back, now looking for a nice place to sun herself.
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
