It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
It’s a dog-eat-dog world out here. While the Wraith doesn’t want any of said magic turned against her, she can appreciate the drive to better one’s self and do shitty things if need be. Half of her first life was spent doing shitty things in order to survive so, you know, no judgement here.
Wessex takes on a slightly mocking tone. “Oh, I’m mean and violent and attack people instead of talking and I don’t like Outlanders.” A slight shrug. “My opponents tend to die.” Another pause. “And I have a direct line to the very scary Voice.” Now she waggles her fingers in a ‘spoOoOoKy’ manner and offers a fanged grin to Weaver. “So you know, I’m not to be trusted.” For which part - or all of them - she doesn’t say; let the Halovian draw her own conclusions.
And as for the dragon... well, a guide is better than anything. “Totally fair.” The Ground’s bunch was ambitious, often foolish, and occasionally relied purely on their lucky dice rolls. It wasn’t smart, but the thrills made life worth living.
So. Here they are at the stall, andsince that’s what they’ve really come for, Wessex is intrigued, boldly watching their interaction as she fingers the candle. Handing it over to Mavis, she nods in acceptance and after Weaver lights the candle, she holds her own hand out, copying the fire magic to burn a squiggly sun into either side of the wax, then snuffs the wick out. A half-burnt candle won’t do… once used is fine though. With a glance to the stall owner, she slings the luxere off her back and unveils the blades in her knuckles, sticking them easily into the reindeer and hacking a little until she slices off a haunch that would probably do for massive over-payment, but Wessex already knows she’ll be back.
“Pre-payment as well. I’ll be back for something else. For now - thank you.”
Wessex takes on a slightly mocking tone. “Oh, I’m mean and violent and attack people instead of talking and I don’t like Outlanders.” A slight shrug. “My opponents tend to die.” Another pause. “And I have a direct line to the very scary Voice.” Now she waggles her fingers in a ‘spoOoOoKy’ manner and offers a fanged grin to Weaver. “So you know, I’m not to be trusted.” For which part - or all of them - she doesn’t say; let the Halovian draw her own conclusions.
And as for the dragon... well, a guide is better than anything. “Totally fair.” The Ground’s bunch was ambitious, often foolish, and occasionally relied purely on their luck
So. Here they are at the stall, and
“Pre-payment as well. I’ll be back for something else. For now - thank you.”
