This disguise wasn’t planning on running anywhere. Running draws attention, and that’s the last thing the demigod wants to do. Nodding amicably at the warning, she agrees with a short, “Naturally,” as if she, too, stodgy school-marm type that she is, would also have scolded Everest for running in the stacks of this hallowed place of learning and research.
Turning her nose up a little, Wessex follows primly behind the boy, taking note of the path while also occasionally giving the other patrons a quick side-eye once-over. No one she recognizes. Good enough for now. When they arrive at the section, she glides forward and starts to look at the row above her head, absent-mindedly replying, “Oh? What does your dad do? Is he here with you?” It would be uncharacteristically lucky to have someone to ask a quick question or two.
Turning her nose up a little, Wessex follows primly behind the boy, taking note of the path while also occasionally giving the other patrons a quick side-eye once-over. No one she recognizes. Good enough for now. When they arrive at the section, she glides forward and starts to look at the row above her head, absent-mindedly replying, “Oh? What does your dad do? Is he here with you?” It would be uncharacteristically lucky to have someone to ask a quick question or two.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
