empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
Losing fingers isn’t on her agenda - she rather likes all they can do - and she’d rather not make more work for her Lady. Wessex chuckles along and agrees. Like any new weapon, it will need practice. “Of course.” And she watches the shaping of the scale with naked awe and appreciation, as the hardened material is molded into something she can more easily wield. An easy grin spreads as she accepts it back, testing the edge with her thumb, the way one might test a skinning knife.
“I will,” the Wraith promises again, happy to have something to take her mind off - well, everything. “Thank you.”
“I will,” the Wraith promises again, happy to have something to take her mind off - well, everything. “Thank you.”
WESSEX
