WESSEX
Not needing to eat, Wessex doesn’t come bearing food - but she does offer Isla a gentle pat on the nose and a thank you for her help in the cavern ‘situation.’ Sometimes she wonders what the Medic-turned-Ascended-turned-Unicorn thinks of her, but then the thought usually passes with some kind of bittersweetness. Would have been nice to have an Ascended sister (though who even knows if they would have gotten along well). It was stupid to go and get herself killed. What a waste. Moving through the hidden door and then down into the basement (how long had it been since she’d help clear it of a Golem?) the warrior takes stock of those assembled with a nod of acknowledgment for each, and a word for Remi, who couldn’t possibly have seen her nod. A hand lands on Amalia’s shoulder and she squeezes gently. “We should try and keep this as orderly and quiet as possible… there are some strong heads and long winded people here. Including myself. If anything is going to get underway, some ground rules should be set.”A brief pause. “And if you don’t want to do that, I’m happy to.”
She lets others putter and praise - though she must admit, the spread looks lovely - and take the seats they think befit their relationships best. She misses Rory, but they haven’t connected lately… and he doesn’t seem to be free to chat, so Wessex stands on the other side of Ronin, giving the not-man a tight-lipped smile.
Here goes nothing.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
