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
“Hotaru,” the Wraith replies warmly, reaching out to the younger woman with a pleased smile and gentle caress against her shoulder if she’ll allow it. “What a lovely surprise.” And you can bet your ass that she means it. “You too” Turning an eye to the colt and Loki, who seems to be trying to land on his back (she knows the dragonling can be gentle, but fears the talons anyway), though she is no great purveyor of horseflesh, she knows a handsome one when she sees it.
“Are you cold?” Her gesture hasn’t gone unnoticed, and Wesse is happy to lend her the infamous cloak, should the wind prove too chilly. And the courtesy doesn’t stop there, as she turns and offers to continue back the way she came, making the trek back against a singular set of footprints.
“You were actually on my mind lately. This is… fortuitous.” There is news to deliver, invitations to extend, and all against the backdrop of Deepfrost and LongNight. Torchlight is the only ‘safe’ place, no small part of her is happy to find the lady here.
“Are you cold?” Her gesture hasn’t gone unnoticed, and Wesse is happy to lend her the infamous cloak, should the wind prove too chilly. And the courtesy doesn’t stop there, as she turns and offers to continue back the way she came, making the trek back against a singular set of footprints.
“You were actually on my mind lately. This is… fortuitous.” There is news to deliver, invitations to extend, and all against the backdrop of Deepfrost and LongNight. Torchlight is the only ‘safe’ place, no small part of her is happy to find the lady here.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
