WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
You know what Loki hasn’t met yet? A unicorn.
Coming from the opposite direction and hidden by the gentle curving of the shore, Wessex is surprised to see an image of one flicker into her head, followed by Loki’s audibly delighted trumpet. She swings down from on high to greet the colt, perhaps dive-bombing him with a bit too much unfettered enthusiasm, much like a grubby child might do when presented with beautiful, rainbow unicorn plushie. The Wraith doesn’t know who is bonded to the unicorn (it hadn’t matched either Zuriel or Isla’s description), so she breaks into a job and soon rounds the bend to find -
Hotaru. And what must be her new companion.
It also prompts her to call out to the dragonling and remind her of what good behavior is. “Loki!” she shouts, half-laughing as the salty wind tugs are her blonde tips, “Be nice, yeah?” She’s only lectured her half a dozen times on it, Loki knows better by now.
Coming from the opposite direction and hidden by the gentle curving of the shore, Wessex is surprised to see an image of one flicker into her head, followed by Loki’s audibly delighted trumpet. She swings down from on high to greet the colt, perhaps dive-bombing him with a bit too much unfettered enthusiasm, much like a grubby child might do when presented with beautiful, rainbow unicorn plushie. The Wraith doesn’t know who is bonded to the unicorn (it hadn’t matched either Zuriel or Isla’s description), so she breaks into a job and soon rounds the bend to find -
Hotaru. And what must be her new companion.
It also prompts her to call out to the dragonling and remind her of what good behavior is. “Loki!” she shouts, half-laughing as the salty wind tugs are her blonde tips, “Be nice, yeah?” She’s only lectured her half a dozen times on it, Loki knows better by now.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
