WESSEX
the wraith
Well, it was worth a shot. She watches with interest as the girl shifts into her vulture form and is unable to do much. She’s never had wings, so she couldn’t have known - but the information is useful, nonetheless. Keeps them from making a mistake later. “Better to know now,” she says with a nod, making no move to take the cloak back. It’s Kiada’s now. Or the Guild’s. Whatever. Wessex listens to the account, thoughtful and trying to dissect what the information can tell them. “Well we’re all stronger now - so there’s that.” Jigano is. She is. Whether or not Kiada is might also make a difference, unless the Mistress intends to let her companions do the heavy lifting. Given the bard and her own predeliction towards heroics, she actually wouldn’t blame the girl for it. “Physical attacks have proven iffy at best… and yet they can be caught with magical nets, so fuck if I know anything. Fire though - fire may be our best bet.” The question would be - where can they get them some of that fire?
“But I’m sure there will be time for planning later. I wanted to give you this now, though, while I had the time” Offering a small smile, Wessex waits for a response and then turns to the door, errand complete.
{last post is yours!}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
