lie in the grass next to the mausoleum

Sometimes it’s refreshing when others take charge of group things and other times it irritates her to end (this is her perfectionism and superiority complex at work, make no mistake, it’s rarely personal), and there’s no telling when she’ll find it irritating and when she won’t. At the moment she’s happy to let Amun delegate things, since there seemed to be some confusion and inability to compromise. “Sounds good. I’ll let everyone know when we’ve got the metal and then we can meet at the Halo side of the portal.” She offers no opportunity for further discussion; they need to get this done and it’s time to swallow personal preferences and work as a team. With a quick smile all around, Wessex stands, signaling that the meeting is over. They can grab her on the way out if they need something. {Fin? Post again if not!} WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here