redemption burns hot and bright

Mentally chewing over the same concerns Deimos has regarding the fire, Wessex manages to wait until he’s finished sketching it to ask about a small adjustment. She studies the finished product, nodding thoughtfully as she recognizes the weapon and its standard form. “Actually,” the Queen begins, “Could you make it so the arrow lights when it’s nocked? Maybe drawing the string back as the trigger? That way we can keep the flame tip away from us until we’re ready to shoot?” In theory, at least. Who knows what might hit them in the heat of the battle, or if a couple more seconds without light will hide them better, or if they’ll end up needing more. All the Wraith knows is that drawing a flaming quarrel from the quiver sounds a little dangerous for the majority of her family. For her too, even, so it might be best to mitigate that as much as possible. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm