by the light of the moon

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Lifting her hands up as if she were actually flying, Wessex offers no resistance when the Fae bring her to the top of the pit, and then steady ground. Her first thought was that Zariah loved to hear herself talk. Officially a prisoner… yeah, no shit, Sherlock. If you have to verbally remind people you’re the so-called Queen, seems like you’re probably not very secure in yourself. She rolls her eyes in the dark, but does manage to whisper to the nearest Fae, whomever that may be. “Nice story you’ve got on the walls. Better hope I never make it the mountains.” Without saying anything else, she looks at Zariah with an equally blank stare, as if she’s gone dumb. Well? She seems to imply, though she says nothing and makes no move unless directed to. What next?