Wessex knows exactly how Sam feels about her appearance. “It was strange at first, to look at someone ‘younger’ than me and see them as a Goddess. She’s so much more than her child-like appearance.” She offers a shrug. “Maybe it’s what she used to look like, however long ago.” There was that shriveled, desiccated body at the top of the Spire, and she is loathe to remember it, even now. Whatever that mortal remain was, it was just about as far from the Voice as one could get.
Musing over her brother’s plan, the only part that strikes her as unwise is the part about weaknesses. “Perhaps so long as you don’t go into the specifics up upgrades and how close we can get to fire, or how our strength in the sun eventually grows… I don’t see why not. Might be more humanizing.” Although the more she explores and lives, the more she realizes it isn’t the rest of the the Ascended that need humanizing, it’s herself that does. And their Lady. The rest are just ordinary, likable people, more or less.
“You don’t doubt Her anymore, do you?” she asks with a mild curiosity. And totally not because she needs to find this out
Musing over her brother’s plan, the only part that strikes her as unwise is the part about weaknesses. “Perhaps so long as you don’t go into the specifics up upgrades and how close we can get to fire, or how our strength in the sun eventually grows… I don’t see why not. Might be more humanizing.” Although the more she explores and lives, the more she realizes it isn’t the rest of the the Ascended that need humanizing, it’s herself that does. And their Lady. The rest are just ordinary, likable people, more or less.
“You don’t doubt Her anymore, do you?” she asks with a mild curiosity.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
