WESSEX
“Some movement,” she responds without looking at Not yet, she refrains from saying, though she ends up grinning a little mischievously at the thought. If there are others in there, they’re probably watching and waiting, too. Waiting to see what kind of wretched creatures crawl out of the bubble and try to invade their land. Cause that’s what they were doing, right? They’re the new Outlanders (Insiders?), lookin’ for something better and there’s a fucking smorgasborg in front of them. Only three hundred years of imprisonment has them wary and distrustful - for all they know it’s all poisoned and eating of the fruit will send them straight to Mort.
Except for Wessex, cause she doesn’t eat.
But to his next point, she stands calmly and brushes herself off. “How do you know I haven’t already been in and just came back out to fetch your slow ass?” she asks with a little raised eyebrow before turning back to the shadows and almost soundlessly striding forward.
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
