WESSEX
While she has no intention of being openly rude (other than her refusal to bend the knee), Wessex isn’t much for giant gestures of gaiety. She notes a few others who do not deign to enter the water, either standing at the banks of the river and watching, or removing themselves almost entirely. Of course it’s mostly the hard-hearted and stone-faced who keep themselves apart, either out of pragmatism or feelings of alienation, she imagines. Which one it is for her, she can’t say, other than that this feels like it has the potential to go very wrong, and she’s not sure for which group it would be - the revelers or the wall flowers. What she will admit is that it’s beautiful to see, and her curiosity at what will happen next is showing.
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
