[PQ] A Place For Us

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Wessex shakes her head. He knows very well that she doesn’t have anything like that in her possession, and if she does, it’s more likely to be fashioned into a weapon-type thing than remain a simple piece of onyx. “No, one of us would have to go get it,” the Wraith concedes, looking at Rex with her knowledge of where an appropriate stone might be. The look holds an unspoken question, followed by a pair of rising eyebrows. Surely she could get that one done? As for the other part of her suggestion, she shrugs. “We could ask around. The only person I know who had it is Zariah.” She has Edy’s magic in her, but of course, it’s the wrong Launceleyn. “Her kid might know? But I can’t see that little brat cooperating at all.” Her hands go up in the air. It was just a suggestion - they are free to turn her down. “We can always ask around. Frame it as an experiment for ourselves, not as something for The Voice. Does anyone owe us any favors?” Again, Wessex comes up lacking in that department. For a Queen, she's done a piss-poor job of collecting cronies and issuing pardons for future favors - that is what Queens are supposed to do, right?