WESSEX
In and out. In and out. Wessex makes no move to enter any dwellings, leaving all doors shut and and all people undisturbed. The smaller buildings are oddly endearing, but the Ascended woman doesn’t want to give anyone there a reason to interfere. So she moves as quickly as she can, looking and looking and looking, but never touching. Ducking from darker shadow (ha, like it helps hide her from Fae eyes, but oh, she can pretend) to darker shadow, she finds herself at a series of stalls on the edge of the river. Unattended in the dead of night, of course, but no less interesting. What do fae wares look like? Her mind leaps to vaguely tiny and exotic things, delicate and mysterious. Familiar to everyday use and yet somehow, alien. Wessex hasn’t the time to stop and investigate, so she simply does a loop and then keeps on moving.
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
