WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
Thoroughly unperturbed by Maea’s death, Wessex is unaware that so many seem to mourn her, though the change in Amun’s usual slightly obnoxious good humor isn’t lost on her. She’s surprised to catch him in such a serious mood, almost sending him a private thought… and then refrains from doing so. She isn’t the comfy-cozy sort, she isn’t the best shoulder to mope on. If there’s something going on with him, she can’t imagine she’s his first pick to confide in, either. So. Moving on.
Listening to the information provided, her face twists a bit into a thoughtful expression. “I don’t suppose they’d be curious about an Orca?” she asks, having Sunjata’s shift inside her, but not quite sure it’s appropriate. “If not, I can always stun one if we can get them to approach.” Loopin her net up and keeping it contained, she follows Amun and Nate out into the water, going so far as to dive underneath the waves to see if she can spot something there, versus from the surface.
Listening to the information provided, her face twists a bit into a thoughtful expression. “I don’t suppose they’d be curious about an Orca?” she asks, having Sunjata’s shift inside her, but not quite sure it’s appropriate. “If not, I can always stun one if we can get them to approach.” Loopin her net up and keeping it contained, she follows Amun and Nate out into the water, going so far as to dive underneath the waves to see if she can spot something there, versus from the surface.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
