WESSEX
the wraith
It’s probably a stupid idea. A really stupid idea, given who’s standing there, also doing the planting. A Fae, who will probably call her an abomination and set her on fire (or something like that), and Roana, who is on Ascended-ending kick. Cool.
Cool cool cool cool cool.
Let’s do it.
Endear them - or at least get some of this tension out in the open.
There is little time to do things these days, The Queen must snatch moments where she can, and since it’s fully daylight and she isn’t expected anywhere for a bit, Wessex attempts to get to work on her laundry list of tasks. First and foremost - the roses; she worries it’s been out of the ground for too long, even cased in damp cloth as it is. Better to get it in the ground sooner rather than later. So, cowled and cloaked, the Ascended walks to the Spire, rose in hand, and after pausing a moment to consider the other two women there, proceeds anyway. There’s a bit of distance there - enough to be ignored if that was therir wish, but also easily engaged.
Releasing her talons for a third time, Wessex sends them into the earth to create a hole for the final rose, sets it gently in, and covers it back up. No ceremony, no prayers, just the action of doing it, and being seen while doing it.
{you can ignore her or not! totes up to yall}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
