Wessex chuckles again.[say] “The distrust of strangers is nothing new.”[/say] People - her own people, even - have been cold to her for the latter half of her life. It’s almost routine at this point. The Wraith turns to look in the direction he’s indicated, narrowing her eyes and trying to see as far as she can. The herd is obviously hidden from view, but maybe between her smell, sight, and hearing, she’ll be able to get a read on them tomorrow. Or tonight? Would it be wise to venture out at night?
[say] “I do something similar in the Grounds,”[/say] she offers as a slight comparison between the two of them. It’s a complete one-eighty from her twenties and half of her thirties, when she used to spend her time stealing and hurting and she’s got a lot of work to do in order to change her people’s opinions of her. A lot has happened in the past two or three years; everything is different. Wessex is different. She’s bright.
[say] “I’m Wessex Theskyra,”[/say] she says, extending her hand.[say] "Nice to meet you, Noah."[/say]
[say] “I do something similar in the Grounds,”[/say] she offers as a slight comparison between the two of them. It’s a complete one-eighty from her twenties and half of her thirties, when she used to spend her time stealing and hurting and she’s got a lot of work to do in order to change her people’s opinions of her. A lot has happened in the past two or three years; everything is different. Wessex is different. She’s bright.
[say] “I’m Wessex Theskyra,”[/say] she says, extending her hand.[say] "Nice to meet you, Noah."[/say]
