It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
“Bait. Payment. A gift. Call it what you will.” There’s a crooked smile, a gesture over the carcass as the bold Halovian woman approaches. The other looks brash, confident, she walks through the Marketplace as if it were her own, and that kind of person is someone Wessex appreciates. Perhaps in another time, another place, they might be comrades-in-arms or hunt with each other. If there worlds had not been separated by however many miles, or if the portals had been open, the barrier not gone up - where would either of them have ended up?
Dodging the question for the time being, because she simply isn’t sure yet what she’s looking for, Wessex’s eyes roam, unabashedly appraising and reading into what bits she can see of the covered woman. Is there a strong body underneath all those layers? There’s no way to tell. So she’ll have to go on eyes and words and demeanor and - yes, weapons. “Nice blade. What did you do, attach a sickle to something longer? Weld it together?”
The woman seems to tick the first box: well-armed. Based on that and the brightness of her eyes, Wessex is intrigued enough to continue the conversation. She remains relaxed - elbows on spread knees, unfussed by the chilling wind ruffling through her short hair.
What is she hoping to catch? Who knows? What is the woman looking to find? may be the better question.
Dodging the question for the time being, because she simply isn’t sure yet what she’s looking for, Wessex’s eyes roam, unabashedly appraising and reading into what bits she can see of the covered woman. Is there a strong body underneath all those layers? There’s no way to tell. So she’ll have to go on eyes and words and demeanor and - yes, weapons. “Nice blade. What did you do, attach a sickle to something longer? Weld it together?”
The woman seems to tick the first box: well-armed. Based on that and the brightness of her eyes, Wessex is intrigued enough to continue the conversation. She remains relaxed - elbows on spread knees, unfussed by the chilling wind ruffling through her short hair.
What is she hoping to catch? Who knows? What is the woman looking to find? may be the better question.
