WESSEX
The small, tentative and high-pitched voice immediately draws Wessex’s attention. She swivels to the side, visibly surprised to find a younger girl a few feet away. Her presence prompts a smile, though, warm and welcoming despite the tips of her fangs showing a bit (that’s usually how one knew it was a genuine expression and not some political or half-assed attempt). “Of course,” the General steps, gesturing for her to come and collect as much as she’d like. “Plenty to go around.”
And for now, the other person and the set of footprints are forgotten. “Is your home warm enough?” she asks with a concerned tilt of her head. The monsters may be gone, but the moss was still great insulation until patchwork can be done in Flowerbirth.
And for now, the other person and the set of footprints are forgotten. “Is your home warm enough?” she asks with a concerned tilt of her head. The monsters may be gone, but the moss was still great insulation until patchwork can be done in Flowerbirth.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
