I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
Loki turns her head towards weaver and tilts it a bit, as if considering the words; without much more than a blink from the dragonling, it’s hard to tell what she’s feeling. A mild indifference, perhaps, or whatever a lack of animosity is to the little lizard. The other isn’t her bonded and it offered no food, so there can be little investment right now. Maybe when she’s older - but for now the onyx-scaled creature settles herself around Wessex’s neck and and the demigoddess shrugs in half apology for her behavior.
“Eh. Maybe. It can probably help with some things, but you seem to be doing pretty okay without it.” Looking around at the beach, the Wraith can imagine how hot it is outside. She’s not particularly tired, but remembers what it was like (not that long ago, lady, don’t forget where you came from). Offering a hand to Weaver, she pairs it with a sly smile. “Want a ride back Haulani? Fair warning, it might back you dizzy and feel… unsettled the first time.”
“Eh. Maybe. It can probably help with some things, but you seem to be doing pretty okay without it.” Looking around at the beach, the Wraith can imagine how hot it is outside. She’s not particularly tired, but remembers what it was like (not that long ago, lady, don’t forget where you came from). Offering a hand to Weaver, she pairs it with a sly smile. “Want a ride back Haulani? Fair warning, it might back you dizzy and feel… unsettled the first time.”
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
