WESSEX
Her bauble isn’t perfect, but it’s simple and it’s done and she’s been social and met Isla. A night well spent, in her humble opinion. Wessex places the wet white brush down and screws the cap on, a little unsure if she should clean the brush herself or leave it for Bastien and Azrael to do. She opts for the latter, her attention caught by Azrael’s bounding towards the medic and announcing what he can do.
Aunt Wessex brings a small smile to her face and she nods enthusiastically. They don’t need her approval, but she gives it anyway, hping that Isla will be delighted and then Azrael will be delight and that it all comes off as fostering relationships instead of meddling.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
