strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff

Of all the things she has to do, and of all the tasks she’s assigned, it’s the one to the Launceleyn - Loren - that continues to pique her interest. Not the temper tantrum Phoebe through and her subsequent stomping off (in for a rude awakening in a bit, that one). Not the summoning, though it did involve the man. Not the conversation about Monsters. But the Manor. Also, she wants to get her tumbler back. It has sentimental value. It gets darker earlier now, so Wessex is at the Manor’s front door at a reasonable hour, knocking on it without any pretension or fuss. She has a couple of concerns to address about the suitability for holding a large group of people, the safety, etc. Stepping back from the door, she peers up at the top while she waits and finds it excessive. Nowadays her people don’t live in large places like this; large families live in farm compounds, each branch having a different house, and that’s even if they’re able to grow that large. She thinks of her own small place that’s in progress and hmmms to herself - deciding it’s a much more suitable place for her kind of leadership. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here