mysterious as the dark side of the moon

There’s nothing, yet again. Wessex sighs, resisting the urge to slam her fist against the big black phallus. Secretly she thinks it must have been a distinctly male-type creature who put it there (God(s), Monster(s), Whatever - they’re all obsessed with their dicks), because… well, because. Steps alert her someone’s presence, so she quickly peeks over her shoulder and sees a young woman approaching. The girl seems harmless enough, so when Wessex turns, she isn’t overly aggressive. In fact, she’s almost aroused by the girl’s sharp beauty. Almost. If it weren’t for the fact that she’s an Outlander. What a shame. But she’ll engage - the girl’s quip is amusing. “I think it’s about as erect as it can get,” Wessex shoots back, glancing up, up, up into a starless darkness which seems to swallow the tip whole. Facing Edrei, the tawny woman leans casually back against the smooth stone, arms also crossed. “Have you seen any action from this thing?” she asks, genuinely curious. Burning up in sunlight can make getting news about daytime events rather… tricky.   WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm