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Maybe it’s the smoke that draws her, the smell of something absolutely foreign in a world she knows like the back of her unaging hand. There’s nothing else to bring Wessex nosing around the Settlement right now, not when there are things to be done in many other parts of the known world. But things change in the blink of an eye, and the explorer, the Wraith is a slippery creature. How long she’s been there or why she watches is unimportant; only that she is there and he is there and he isn’t someone she knows.
Stalking (or perhaps gliding, one never knows how graceful she is these days), Wessex approaches with a curious tilt to her head and assertive, appraising eyes that rake the man up and down. Nothing screams threat and nothing screams friend, either, so she’ll settle for slightly on edge and having faith that she can outmaneuver him if need be.
“Who are you?” comes the question-demand. It is something she expects to be answered.
Stalking (or perhaps gliding, one never knows how graceful she is these days), Wessex approaches with a curious tilt to her head and assertive, appraising eyes that rake the man up and down. Nothing screams threat and nothing screams friend, either, so she’ll settle for slightly on edge and having faith that she can outmaneuver him if need be.
“Who are you?” comes the question-demand. It is something she expects to be answered.
WESSEX
