you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
“It is,” Wessex says with a chuckle, watching the little demigoddess trying to imitate her while she holds her hand out to Loki so the dragonling can climb back to the Wraith’s shoulder. “Butttttt I’m not sure it’s a magic you can learn to do. Or that your Mama will want you to do,” she adds, belatedly. Crouching down to Seren’s height, her expression tightens into something a bit more solemn, sad, even, than it was a minute before. “See, Seren, that magic came from The Voice. And your mama and my mama really don’t like each other.”
Loki trills a bit curious as to why his bonded is sad - they’re having fun, aren’t they? So Wessex smiles and scratches her companion’s chest scales before looking back to the little girl. “But I like you. And Loki likes you. And I hope maybe you might like me too.”
Loki trills a bit curious as to why his bonded is sad - they’re having fun, aren’t they? So Wessex smiles and scratches her companion’s chest scales before looking back to the little girl. “But I like you. And Loki likes you. And I hope maybe you might like me too.”
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
