[Training] tomorrow there'll be more of us

WESSEX out of the night that covers me The sound of a branch cracking sends her head whipping about, trying to find the source. Goddess, she’s jumpy tonight, and it’s weird because individually, the Fae probably aren’t much of a challenge for her. It’s not the little fuckers she’s wary of (though she’ll always thing of Delah as a worth opponent), it’s what they represent and the traps they could spring on the fairly predictable demigoddess. When she is able to identify the visitor, Wessex relaxes, her hand extending to reach out to a hanging snake while the rest of her turns to her youngest sister. “Mabel,” comes with a slight smile, whatever irritation she’d felt at their last conversation gone. Such things often ebbed and flowed l like the tide in the Wraith, producing strong reactions at the time that faded to shrugs and dull aches with a little time. Her body is full of such memories, a map of fights and misunderstandings that eventually either end up unimportant or a mild obsession. “How are you?” Living alone (even with her twin) at sixteen is bound to be a challenge. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul