you'll never miss me

The Wraith almost responds with something like all the better to see you with, my dear, but doesn’t want to rub it in that they maaaaaybe should have taken someone who can see very well in the dark. “Dragons I’m much less familiar with. Only what I’ve read and seen pictures of. The ones in Halo are white, I assume to blend in with their environment. They were sitting on big piles of sparkly things - not diamonds - but it seemed like some kind of treasure, in what looked like a frozen surrounding. They’re big, too.” She offers a somewhat sheepish grin and helpless shrug after that. It was the one of the three she knew the least about, the only one she’d never seen - and the one she’d most like to. Because there’s a lovely little hunch that what the dragons were sitting on was mageglass, and with her alliance with Neron effectively nulled (for now), she needs to find another way to get it. She needs to get it before the overly pious, invading Outlanders do.   Last but not least? WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm