WESSEX
Three nights later, Wessex situates herself casually by the Oasis. Shouldn’t be too hard to find as the Glade lies directly in the shadow of the Spire - any Ascended worth their salt should be able to smell the water on the light Leafchange breeze. It’s altogether a pleasant night, but then almost all nights now are pleasant, aren’t they? While she’s waiting, the Wraith finds herself eager to meet whomever will show up. There’s been rumors of one or two, but alas, the demigoddess has yet to meet them. Unless she feels for a specific person, there’s just a vague sense of more than the usual ‘others’ out there - no sense of name or where they are yet. And in turn, they know nothing about her, or maybe, even, about the rest of their family. As the self-styled matriarch, and sole
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
