It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
When he speaks, Wessex knows he definitely isn’t from Caido. It’s a funny, lilting kind of tone, with a bouncing cadence, the vowels more rounded. It’s… endearing. Different. She smiles at the young man. “I’m Wessex. Most people call me Wessex. At least to my face,” she adds after a moment, chuckling a bit. Sitting down without waiting for an invitation, she crosses her legs and leans forward a bit, glass left on the table in front of her.
“How long you been here?” She asks, curious if Halo at Deepfrost is his first experience of Caido, or if he’s managed to get a bit of the nicer side in before the world tried to kill anything that steps outside. It’s a bit chilly. To say the least. And while Wessex doesn’t notice it, she knows that others have - the streets are far less populated, the people more bundled up. Barely anyone out at night, unless it’s to waddle/dash from one place to another (like from the Kraai to their homes, for example).
[I'm sorry this is shit]
“How long you been here?” She asks, curious if Halo at Deepfrost is his first experience of Caido, or if he’s managed to get a bit of the nicer side in before the world tried to kill anything that steps outside. It’s a bit chilly. To say the least. And while Wessex doesn’t notice it, she knows that others have - the streets are far less populated, the people more bundled up. Barely anyone out at night, unless it’s to waddle/dash from one place to another (like from the Kraai to their homes, for example).
[I'm sorry this is shit]
