WESSEX
She doesn’t come to the VlamVloed often - there’s no point, really. It holds no memories for her, no reason for her to drink when it doesn’t affect her (and let’s be honest, she still doesn’t know what happens to the liquid once it enters her system). But it is communal and as comforting a place as any - seemed ideal for the unusual request from Delphia. Arriving right on time, Wessex finds the fellow demigoddess already present, sitting at a table in the corner, away from the other patrons. Nodding to someone as she makes her way over, she makes the effort to keep her face neutral - neither pleasant nor disapproving, but rather open to seeing how this goes. Personally, Rexanna might have been a better person to handle this, but she supposes that of the two of them, the Wraith is more acquainted with their Goddess. Can answer more questions, and perhaps pose her own in return.
She sits with a brief greeting, leaning back in the chair and looking at the girl across from her.
“So. Here we are. Might as well dive in.” If the other wanted something to drink, now would be the time to get it. Otherwise, full steam ahead.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
