It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
The way his tone changes from an eagerness to a soft musing makes Wessex think this is not the first time he’s heard this story before. And quite frankly, she’s sick of playing catch-up.
But that sort of irritation wouldn’t do here, so she swallows it down and keeps the mild, matter-of-fact tone, as if yes, it really is that simple. “She challenged the Old Gods. Tried to better the world and become a creator like them. They didn’t like it and a war ensued. Eventually they were able to imprison her in a tower and put a cage around it, also effectively caging my people. Well, my original family.” There’s a bit of dryness in her voice - or is it wistfulness? Coupled with an expression of… anger? Sorrow? Nostalgia? Something other than her light-hearted inquisitiveness thus far.
But that sort of irritation wouldn’t do here, so she swallows it down and keeps the mild, matter-of-fact tone, as if yes, it really is that simple. “She challenged the Old Gods. Tried to better the world and become a creator like them. They didn’t like it and a war ensued. Eventually they were able to imprison her in a tower and put a cage around it, also effectively caging my people. Well, my original family.” There’s a bit of dryness in her voice - or is it wistfulness? Coupled with an expression of… anger? Sorrow? Nostalgia? Something other than her light-hearted inquisitiveness thus far.
