WESSEX
the wraith
At least they can agree on one thing, and if that one thing can supersede all the other bullshit that life throws at them, maybe… just maybe they can get through all of it. Despite Gods and wars and Blight and the Fae and whatever else is beyond the Greatwood. Maybe these two women and their deep-seated, decades-long affection for each other will allow them to survive. She’s glad they don’t have to argue about that fact. Something in Wessex relaxes when she sees the change in Amalia’s face. She smiles and nods in quiet agreement and would very much like to offer the girl a hug, but her hands are filthy with frozen soil and she’s in the middle of transplanting a delicate flower. Once that task is done (the roots gingerly laid in, the dirt swept back into the hole and pressed gently in to keep the flower upright), the Queen sits back on her heels again, cleaning the bits of black earth off her claws.
At least what the baker has to say isn’t new and shocking. Her face twists into a grimace and her head bobs slowly up and down. “Remi sent me a letter with the news that someone - a woman - had threatened Sam. Something to do with The Voice and the Old Gods. His description made me think of someone in particular… “ And here she pauses because if she gets it, this will be the confirmation she needs to actually do something about it. The process of elimination was actually quite simple: there’s only one other woman in the Hallowed Grounds she’s ever seen wearing armor. And based on her own actions a year ago, she can understand why that woman might not like the Ascended. Oops. There's also a reason Remi might not know who it was - after all, it was his wedding the woman wore it to. The alchemist might have been a little preoccupied then.
“Was it Roana?” she asks the Shield flatly. No point in dancing around the subject.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
