[PQ] a long and lonesome road

Maybe at some point Wessex and Neron would get to the point where they could openly say what they wanted to, starting with that neither of them give a fuck if certain people died out on the Tundra. But that wouldn’t be very diplomatic, now would it? The result of which is now two leaders doing shit they don’t necessarily want to do. The curse of appearances strikes again. She looks out into the white expanse, and then to the guards yelling at what appears to be a big ‘ol bear on its last legs. Weird, but alright. She raises an eyebrow in the display’s direction but refrains from making a comment. Not everyone out here can be civilized. “If the path is evident enough, something tall and dark at the beginning and end,” like a spire, she thinks, “or something that runs along the path that they can physically hold on to.” If they’re bundled up enough to be able to make a fist. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm