but this hunger, it isn't you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Yeah, yeah, the crypticness of unknown deities and admin powers greater than herself is the eternal annoyance of Wessex’s existence. Refraining from saying anything snarky, her lips flatten into a straight line as she listens and the Eirachi begins to fade, leaving the Wraith alone on the Sea of Glass again. And she would, because in these matter she is almost depressingly reliable (except for Arduinna, whoops, we don’t talk about that one) and the hunger for knowing where and how to successfully harvest the mageglass is strong. Wessex rises from the ground and looks back to the Tundra, ready to go find something that died on the Tundra. How hard could that part be? {Fin!}