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
Her silent acceptance of his presence is an answer in and of itself. Loki is by far the more animated of the two of them, the now full-grown companion swooping down to investigate Zhanshi again. The landshark is unlike any of her other companion-friends, most likely because he is of the earth while the others are of the sky - but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t trill a little in greeting and extend her curious, blunt snout towards him.
“Not this far,” she answers aloud, coming to a stop in between two small crests. “I’d always been stopped by the storm. Or sentient mud creatures.” Turning around to face Amun, Wessex can only shrug. “Who knows? It’s beautiful, seemingly fertile land. I don’t know why there aren’t any people here.” Unless they’d all been trapped in the Grounds? Unless they died, or moved, or the ancients (as she occasionally thinks of them) knew something she didn’t. It’s by far the more likely option, if she’s honest with herself.
“Some days it’s evident just how much we don’t know.” More than a little exasperated, it’s obvious she’s talking about more than her immediate surroundings.
“Not this far,” she answers aloud, coming to a stop in between two small crests. “I’d always been stopped by the storm. Or sentient mud creatures.” Turning around to face Amun, Wessex can only shrug. “Who knows? It’s beautiful, seemingly fertile land. I don’t know why there aren’t any people here.” Unless they’d all been trapped in the Grounds? Unless they died, or moved, or the ancients (as she occasionally thinks of them) knew something she didn’t. It’s by far the more likely option, if she’s honest with herself.
“Some days it’s evident just how much we don’t know.” More than a little exasperated, it’s obvious she’s talking about more than her immediate surroundings.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
