we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
“Stormbreak?” Wessex gasps, simultaneously horrified that she’s there and enraged - at Mabel, perhaps, or what she assumes is something nefarious. Something she will absolutely use as soon as she leaves the cave. And then there’s relief that she isn’t dead.
And, well, at least there’s some good news. Her suspicions about sharing upgrades are confirmed, but the rate of accumulation and growth… she sighs. There’s a lot of sighing going on today. “And I can’t make them grow any faster. Or come to you.” It’s a bitter acknowledgement, but a sign, perhaps, that the demigod has learned some lessons over the years. She can’t make anyone stay, either. “I miss Amun,” slips out in another moment of vulnerability, but Wessex is quickly pivoting to the various ideas asked for.
“In no particular order… “ she begins, ticking them off on her fingers. “I got a note about the Flowerbirth deity. Staying on the seasonal Gods’ good sides has proven useful. I could go find them. Search for the next Relic, obviously. Try to find a way to keep Remi out of the Grounds - or a way to protect someone from him, perhaps. Nate’s brother came asking to spy for us, and I was going to send him to map out Stormbreak… but now I’m thinking I ought to skip him and go there directly to contact Mabel first. Or steal that book you mentioned. Start training the fighters we’ve got - and it’s not many - in guerilla tactics. Destroy skyports. Limit the Portals. Kill Noah next chance I get. Go through the Draig. Try to reach Caido. Or the Core?”
Having gone through her two hands, Wessex finally stops, spreads her hands, and shrugs. There is a very wiiiiiide range of ideas there, spanning ambition to pure folly.
And, well, at least there’s some good news. Her suspicions about sharing upgrades are confirmed, but the rate of accumulation and growth… she sighs. There’s a lot of sighing going on today. “And I can’t make them grow any faster. Or come to you.” It’s a bitter acknowledgement, but a sign, perhaps, that the demigod has learned some lessons over the years. She can’t make anyone stay, either. “I miss Amun,” slips out in another moment of vulnerability, but Wessex is quickly pivoting to the various ideas asked for.
“In no particular order… “ she begins, ticking them off on her fingers. “I got a note about the Flowerbirth deity. Staying on the seasonal Gods’ good sides has proven useful. I could go find them. Search for the next Relic, obviously. Try to find a way to keep Remi out of the Grounds - or a way to protect someone from him, perhaps. Nate’s brother came asking to spy for us, and I was going to send him to map out Stormbreak… but now I’m thinking I ought to skip him and go there directly to contact Mabel first. Or steal that book you mentioned. Start training the fighters we’ve got - and it’s not many - in guerilla tactics. Destroy skyports. Limit the Portals. Kill Noah next chance I get. Go through the Draig. Try to reach Caido. Or the Core?”
Having gone through her two hands, Wessex finally stops, spreads her hands, and shrugs. There is a very wiiiiiide range of ideas there, spanning ambition to pure folly.
WESSEX
