WESSEX
“Kiada,” the older woman replies, not quite as softly, but softened by the tone of the greeting. She can’t miss the refusal to look her in the eyes, the way the young woman sounds so… disappointed to see her.
Well, it’s not like the two of them were terribly close. And she had died while on a mission led by the Wraith. It’s understandable - a punishment she’ll bear with full acceptance. Except for violence; she eyes the knife briefly and makes a quick decision about what she would do if necessary, but - ah, no need. Good.
Following Kiada into the house, Wessex stays a ways away from her if at all possible, trying to give her whatever space she needs to process whatever it is she’s feeling. It sounds confusing. The question she asks is confusing, and the demigod finds herself looking back at Kia with knitted brows. “Leaving… for where?”
Well, it’s not like the two of them were terribly close. And she had died while on a mission led by the Wraith. It’s understandable - a punishment she’ll bear with full acceptance. Except for violence; she eyes the knife briefly and makes a quick decision about what she would do if necessary, but - ah, no need. Good.
Following Kiada into the house, Wessex stays a ways away from her if at all possible, trying to give her whatever space she needs to process whatever it is she’s feeling. It sounds confusing. The question she asks is confusing, and the demigod finds herself looking back at Kia with knitted brows. “Leaving… for where?”
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
