[Mini Event] Reap what you have sown

The only thing that makes Wessex appear before Delah is that the portal is in Fae land. A poorly thought out place to put it, she thinks with a minor curse towards her Lady, but perhaps the land was not always divided like this. From what she understands (which these days, feels like everything and nothing), that portal has lain dormant for longer than anyone can remember. But this isn’t about the portal, is it? No, it’s about the Fae who died. The Fae who could have surrendered, but didn’t. The Fae that would have killed her if given the chance. What an egotistical cunt. Truth be told, the Wraith would have felt the same, but, y’know, semantics and perspective and all that. The Queen waits for her General and whomever he decides to bring along, at the entrance to the Greatwood. She’s called Amun to accompany her, on the condition that he keep his mouth shut unless asked to speak. Rex and Sam have been left out of this, for various obvious reasons, and while it might be difficult to ignore a small group going into the woods on the cusp of nightfall, she hasn’t personally invited anyone else to accompany her. Can’t stop anyone from following, but something tells her others’ sense of righteousness will be strong and their judgey-pants will be cinched up tightly with this one. Then into the Greatwood they go, Wessex’s memory of the way to the Mathair fairly fresh and if need be, she checks the map once or twice. When they do arrive at the portal, it is to a host of fae; her spine becomes a little more steel-straight, her eyes flit from tiny anonymous face to tiny anonymous face and she remains unfussed. This is a thing to be endured and gotten through, not beaten down with brute force. Whether or not they’ll succeed is another matter entirely. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here