for there are many ways to kill a man they say
To Wessex, the showing is just right, for in such uncertain times, shouldn’t those on the front lines, those who are most ready and able to appear quickly, despite their rank or role in the herd - shouldn’t they be the ones to greet their guests? A call for peace does not say ‘only two or three of you should appear,’ nor does some sort of bell chime when the call has already been adequately answered. Sure, they could turn back from the group, but by then curiosity has a hold and well, curiosity does not kill a horse, as they say.
In short, the Sultana need not be so prickly. Their horns are not pointed at her, though Wessex does surreptitiously eye Volterra, wondering what it might be like to go up against him. She is not so brash to think she can win, but there must be some masochism in her, to want to feel his heavy hooves against her skin… and not in the way ladies usually want that.
She listens as words are bandied back and forth, partially wondering what they would do without Tiamat, once she shows up and seems to soothe the various beasts, and again, why anyone thought Rikyn would be a good fit for Lord. The tension isn’t thick as soup, but it’s there, hiding beneath a false surface. One heavy misstep and the facade would fail, leaving both parties with nothing but arrogance and a history of hate staring back at them. Wessex is no peace keeper, but even she can decipher glib tones and subtext, wary eyes and raised brows. When Erebos speaks, however, he does not mention a thing that Wessex thinks might actually be beneficial to both sides, in the long run.
She clears her throat, tagging on to the end of the General’s information dump. “We could spar with each other, if you’re looking for something tangible to work on.” Busy bodies mean busy minds, and that means less time spent contemplating the great mystery that is Kaos.
I am Iron and I Forge Myself
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[O] Fire and Ice [AB DT relationship]
