WESSEX
the wraith
“I’m very hesitant to load both unicorns, Amalia’s healing staff and Cera over there, and then leave the Temple with just you and Phoebe. Many Naturals know basic first aid, how to set bones, sew someone up. It will be ok.” Plus Wessex knows Cera and knows she can rely on him. It’s selfish, but she wants the young wolf with her in case shit goes tits up. She listens and absorbs, nodding as Deimos reveals he’s Attuned - no, a hybrid now, cause he still made the map - and smiles slightly. That must be fun for them. And of course, there’s Ronin’s astral projection, which she did forget about. “So communication isn’t as dismal as we thought. Good.” That doesn’t fix the distance problem, but at least they won’t be in the dark about what’s going on at the other place. They just won’t be able to do anything about it unless it’s at great risk to themselves.
“Mmmm. I do not expect it to be easy,” she says with a grimace, though whether it’s to the obvious difficulty of capturing Roana or to leaving her triplets with Phoebe is another matter entirely. She doesn’t trust the midwife - not with the children and not with her relative. “I know its probably the best option, but I don’t trust Phoebe with the kids." Because giving anyone a reason to hate her more, and then have to see her every day for a week is just... stupid. Unavoidable in this context, but also stupid. "Or near Roana. So that presents a problem. Ideally, I’d ask Remi and Ronin to put her in the Guildhall. Lock her in a room somewhere. There isn’t a place to secure her in the Temple, unless we use an exam room, and again - that’s in the Infirmary. There’s the store room of the Rathskellar… but either way we need a guard. If we do end up with Roana at the Temple, I'd say take the kids to the Guildhall.” The Queen’s arms cross, a very discontent look on her face.
She shakes her head, takes out a piece of paper and begins to draw up the orders, keeping it short and sweet, but listing the reasons as: threatening an entire race and also threatening a member of the community. The irony isn’t lost on her. She’s sure it won’t be lost on others and someone will snark about it. “We could always leave her in the Prison with enough food and water for the week. Lock the door from the outside. Prep it the same way,” she says, handing the completed order back to Deimos.
It would be a cruel week, but Wessex isn’t feeling all that nice towards Roana right now. And if only certain people didn't have annoying little consciences.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
