Rainforest Cliffs
08-03-2017, 01:38 PM
Are any of them truly feeling anything akin to “real happiness?” Wessex surely isn’t, with her rash proving particularly obnoxious and without a real purpose to cling to. Simple women (simple only because she prefers it that way and doesn’t seen the practicality in making a fuss over most things) like her need purposes, whether it’s training or fighting or serving a Deity. They do best with clearly demarcated steps and obstacles to overcome. This random ‘exploration’ shit is great, but she needs a team to join, a group to protect, someone to be ‘muscle’ for. And right now, everyone’s just scattered willy-nilly, and it’s really just another thing that is under her skin. Another itch which cannot be scratched.
Her large head dips in agreement with a little look that says she very clearly agrees with the dragon-mare’s assessment of the situation. They’re alive. Not exactly thriving, but that is to be expected. It’s a transition period, and an uncomfortable one at that. Seeing Amaris’s curiosity about her newest accoutrement, the warrior keeps her head lowered to allow for inspection. The blood was long ago washed away by the continuous rain, leaving a very interesting pattern on the skin – but Wessex hasn’t seen it yet, she wouldn’t possibly know what it looks like. Instead she chuckles bitterly, “The Rift seems to be threatened by me. Or appreciates the mutations and thought I’d look prettier with something a little… bigger.” She shrugs. “Either way, it looks like spying is no longer a legitimate career choice.”
Her head raises and orange-yellow gaze turns to the crowd as it dissembles. “God, can’t anyone just stay still for a little bit? Trying to find my group is damn near impossible at the moment.”
@Amaris
Her large head dips in agreement with a little look that says she very clearly agrees with the dragon-mare’s assessment of the situation. They’re alive. Not exactly thriving, but that is to be expected. It’s a transition period, and an uncomfortable one at that. Seeing Amaris’s curiosity about her newest accoutrement, the warrior keeps her head lowered to allow for inspection. The blood was long ago washed away by the continuous rain, leaving a very interesting pattern on the skin – but Wessex hasn’t seen it yet, she wouldn’t possibly know what it looks like. Instead she chuckles bitterly, “The Rift seems to be threatened by me. Or appreciates the mutations and thought I’d look prettier with something a little… bigger.” She shrugs. “Either way, it looks like spying is no longer a legitimate career choice.”
Her head raises and orange-yellow gaze turns to the crowd as it dissembles. “God, can’t anyone just stay still for a little bit? Trying to find my group is damn near impossible at the moment.”
@Amaris
