Children of the Revolution

“For now, “ she shoots at Lucas back with a wry chuckle, refusing to ask if he likes her. Liking has nothing to do with it. Trust does. And if it’s in Her name, she a sneaking suspicion he’ll come through when needed. She slowly moves into the Greatwood, the trees closing behind them, the path unseen and unknown. She lowers her voice, perpetually scanning the area and listening to the ambient noise. “Sure. I don’t see why you couldn’t get the upgrade too. She offered it to Sam, but he didn’t seem to want it.” Which was stupid, really. Isn’t he into all that book shit? Wouldn’t it actually be useful for him to read the old texts on the regular? Her head shakes back and forth as she judges their fellow’s actions. “We’ll need four shards of onyx and two concave pieces of glass. I’m working on ice made magically cold by Remi.”   Wessex pauses for a moment and then goes to a nearby tree, placing her hand on its bark. She glances up at the boughs, well-spaced for climbing, and unsheaths one set of claws. “Up or in?” See what they can see from the canopy or continue their trek towards god knows where? WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm