WESSEX
the wraith
In the grim, grey light of early morning, she comes bearing a singular rose, swaddled carefully damp cloth within a small leather bag. The bloom stands out of the opening, bits of flower very briefly visible as Wessex’s cloak moves with each step. The Ascended has heard rumors of the planters being attacked, so she makes sure to venture out while the sun is still down, while she’s still one of the strongest ones walking about. She meant to go out into the Fields, to find a secluded place where the rose is unlikely to be found and destroyed, but the sound of weeping catches Wessex’s attention - surprisingly loud against the stillness of the Deepfrost morning. Jyoti and Amalia come into focus and when the Ascended Queen marks the baker as the one who’s crying, she has to make a decision. Continue on, pass by Safrin’s shrine, and see what happens, if anything can be mended between them or, leave the young woman to her grief and accept the fact that they’re probably going to be enemies forever. Someone else might have said good riddance and taken another path, but in the interest of trying to be bright in such dark times, Wessex steels her spine and opens her heart, taking the rose gingerly in hand so that her task is obvious.
Perhaps they can begin there.
“Amalia?” Wessex says quietly as she approaches, wanting to ask what’s wrong (the answer will undoubtedly be ’YOU’) or are you all right? (again, the obvious answer is ’NO.’), but finds that the words turn to dust in her mouth and anything else she might say to temper the woman’s feelings towards here is insufficient. There is only Wessex, standing at a respectful distance, her rose, and a look of deep concern - if Amalia can see it.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
