Back to the shrine she goes, hoping that this time, Ronin will be busy elsewhere. Her promise to Mabel keeps her from doing exactly what she wants to do, though if there was ever a time to miss being able to piss, this was it. The Wraith would have absolutely popped a squat and let loose at Safrin’s shrine, telling the herald exactly what she thinks of her. Alas, she can’t piss anymore and their iridescent fluid is too traceable.
Instead, she picks up a larger wrock and holds it in her hand, feeling the weight of it. Hidden from non-monster eyes with that handy dandy cloak of hers, she is just another shadow in the dark. To the monsters, she knows she’s a target - all the better to get it done quickly. Now, what would the Monsters do? Wessex considers it carefully: everything she's seen and heard over the years, and how they seem to have gotten stronger. They’re certainly capable of throwing a rock - but the light might draw someone as a witness. It'll have to be last.
Instead, she approaches and reaches for the windchime, closing her hand around the musical pieces, knowing just where she wants to put them.
Instead, she picks up a larger wrock and holds it in her hand, feeling the weight of it. Hidden from non-monster eyes with that handy dandy cloak of hers, she is just another shadow in the dark. To the monsters, she knows she’s a target - all the better to get it done quickly. Now, what would the Monsters do? Wessex considers it carefully: everything she's seen and heard over the years, and how they seem to have gotten stronger. They’re certainly capable of throwing a rock - but the light might draw someone as a witness. It'll have to be last.
Instead, she approaches and reaches for the windchime, closing her hand around the musical pieces, knowing just where she wants to put them.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
