Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

She lifts the tip of her bow in reply to Ronin - but he can’t see that. Polite for an Outlander. Or perhaps she’s the one being polite for a Native. Another approaches and she turns on her perch to see who it might be; a man she’s seen about before, one who reeks of soliderly things and broody melancholy. Wessex would be surprised if (purely from his size alone) Deimos was anything other than a fighter. Well. She’s sufficiently intrigued enough to come out of her spy spot. Bow slung over one shoulder, she swings down by one arm and lands in a crouched position at the shadowy base of her tree. Rising to her full height (significantly less than one of them, and slightly less than the other), she gives the two men a sharp nod before noticing something over Ronin’s a shoulder. A whole group of pumpkins come bouncing out, en masse, towards the three of them. “You gotta be fucking kidding me… “ she murmurs to herself before shrugging the bow off her shoulder and reaching back to grab one of the few arrows left. It flies, quickly followed by another, taking out two of the front runners. And yet, there seem to be twenty or so little beasts behind them, and she’s about out of arrows. Ugh. Needing others is annoying. Needing Outlanders is even worse. Nevertheless... she turns to the boys and offers a simple "Shall we?" WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm