That was surprisingly easy. With a nod and a simple “Thanks,” Wessex gestures for the Warden to continue to do his duties, following in his wake. Let everyone here see the company she (occasionally) keeps. Using the Launceleyn as a barrier between herself and the bonfire, Wessex stays behind him and to his left, watching the people, the merriment, and that none of it touches her. She has nothing for Safrin. Neither hate nor love, just an indifferent emptiness where all the bullshit she’s been through goes to be absorbed and pushed aside.
But appearances… and he’s done the pretty ice comet thing.
The Wraith sighs to herself, but also reaches her hands up, calling on Neron’s recently cast power as it hangs in the air, concentrating hard enough to send a burst of ice sparkles to accompany the comet - the offering now winding its way through a mirror of the constellations above.
But appearances… and he’s done the pretty ice comet thing.
The Wraith sighs to herself, but also reaches her hands up, calling on Neron’s recently cast power as it hangs in the air, concentrating hard enough to send a burst of ice sparkles to accompany the comet - the offering now winding its way through a mirror of the constellations above.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
