empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Like an animal, the small sounds and the faint smell of blood turns her blonde head. A man walks out from the treeline, and it takes Wessex a moment to recognize him, even with his tell-tale curls, simply because she isn’t expecting to see him here. Indeed, her brows raise and she gives him a slightly look that says she’s surprised, but not unpleasantly so. With her hands clasped in front of her, she pauses and turns to face him, waiting until he draws close enough to speak quietly - lest the trees overhear them.
“Neighbor?” she asks innocently. “Have you two moved to the Greatwood?” She doesn’t really remember asking him for help with the Fae, so her immediate thought is why, why Torchline is so much more exciting?
“Neighbor?” she asks innocently. “Have you two moved to the Greatwood?” She doesn’t really remember asking him for help with the Fae, so her immediate thought is why, why Torchline is so much more exciting?
WESSEX
