[Mini Event] we ain't ever getting older

It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight

Remi comes and goes. Amun is on his way out, but not before he fills her in. Ah. So that’s why he’s been Mr. Grumpy Gills lately. The Wraith can’t say that she shares his pain, raising an eyebrow at his words. That’s fair. You do you. Just remember that the Maea you know is not everyone else’s Maea. That is to say that while she does not fault him his grief, the Maea she knows played the victim often and perhaps wanted to see and hear things when they weren’t there. Not knowing the ins and outs of her relationsihp with Sunjata (or that there even was one), Wessex can’t pronounce any judgement. She wouldn’t put it past the man to toy with people. And she wouldn’t put it past the girl to cling to something imaginary.

Anyway.

As Amun departs she hears Weaver and quirks a smile. “All of ‘em. The Outlanders are particularly dramatic.” In case she hadn’t figured that out already. Staying put, she uses that acute sense of hearing to listen from afar, learning that Melita is his niece (did she know that already? Can’t remember), and at the mention of games, she inwardly blanches.

Perhaps this isn’t the gathering for her. And rather than lurk on the sidelines, Wessex thinks it’s best to go because there’s a shit ton of other things to do. Tipping her glass back to empty its contents, she raises it to Sunjata, gives him a nod when he sees it, and then teleports back to her regular business.

{W out!}