[RE] Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

Well… fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. There’s nothing left to do but exit stage left as soon as possible. After watching the arrow miss its intended target, Wessex leaps from the tree, away from the crowd of people and in the opposite direction of the fleeing Luxere. Snow should dampen the sound of her feet. She’d used a new batch of fletching for the arrow that hit the Outlander man, so with any luck they won’t be recognizable. With any luck, they’ll all be concerned about the squealing beast and the injured man. Wessex isn’t really all that lucky - but she is fast - so perhaps all they’ll see is an empty tree, or the faintest shadow of a person disappearing into the night. And those footprints, if they try and follow, will disappear when she leaps into another tree - then another, and another - until she’s woven quite the criss-crossing path across the Woodlands and the Outskirts. The only regret she has is that she didn’t aim better. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here