Wessex is… not the best at returning books. If the Atheneum were a functional library, she would have racked up some hefty fines and potentially had her library card revoked. The books she takes (rarely does she remain in the stacks to do research) usually sit in her dark house, sometimes acquiring damp spots or mold on the edge of the pages. Her shack isn’t exactly bright and airy, but at least there aren’t any food or drink stains on the covers. Returning said books now, the Wraith walks through the aisles and deposits her bundle on a random cart, hoping that someone who works there or frequents the place more often than she will know what to do with them.
She turns to return to the night and is about to leave when Loren’s voice comes faintly to her ears. Wondering who might need assistance, the Wraith slips back into the books and quickly finds herself coming up behind Loren and - oh, Sam. Well, Sam certainly doesn’t need any assistance here, she thinks, but Loren has a nasty habit of sticking his nose in places it doesn't need to go. So she pipes up, “Ah, Sam - there you are. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Play along? she sends to her brother as she pulls up another chair to his table.
She turns to return to the night and is about to leave when Loren’s voice comes faintly to her ears. Wondering who might need assistance, the Wraith slips back into the books and quickly finds herself coming up behind Loren and - oh, Sam. Well, Sam certainly doesn’t need any assistance here, she thinks, but Loren has a nasty habit of sticking his nose in places it doesn't need to go. So she pipes up, “Ah, Sam - there you are. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Play along? she sends to her brother as she pulls up another chair to his table.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
