TANAU
"I remember you."
The youth stands behind Wessex, rather than before her, gazing up at the arched ceiling overhead. He is shrouded, as before, in colourful flames, but this time there is no screaming, no panic, no blistering pain and chaos. He seems relaxed, in fact, at home in the Climb (which makes sense, given that it is his home).
"My sister did well to send you. Thank you again, for your help. But why do you call me?" he asks, wrinkling his nose. His displeasure is not at Wessex, but rather at the shrine. He does not like this place of shadows and death, hidden underground from the warmth and the light.
The youth stands behind Wessex, rather than before her, gazing up at the arched ceiling overhead. He is shrouded, as before, in colourful flames, but this time there is no screaming, no panic, no blistering pain and chaos. He seems relaxed, in fact, at home in the Climb (which makes sense, given that it is his home).
"My sister did well to send you. Thank you again, for your help. But why do you call me?" he asks, wrinkling his nose. His displeasure is not at Wessex, but rather at the shrine. He does not like this place of shadows and death, hidden underground from the warmth and the light.
