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Wessex doesn’t know Bastien at all. As the newest member of their group, all she can do is find him and hope to learn more. Not only is he an Outlander, which means she wasn’t keen on him to begin with, but he is altogether almost the complete opposite of the Natural woman. Or so she will soon find out. It takes all sorts to make a group strong, doesn’t it? Or so she’ll tell herself. The night is deep and thick, starless, but heavy with the promise of Flowerbirth. Much like she did to Lucas, Wessex finds Bastien’s abode and raps sharply three times on the door. Should he be home, he’ll find an older, fierce woman at his door, decked out in the kind of leather that might have made his former self thinky very kinky thoughts. She leans casually against the doorframe, ready to pop in and get this quick meeting underway. They have things to do, Spires to break into, and so on and so forth. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm