WESSEX
the wraith
“Well… yes, I suppose they do. At least here and in the Grounds.” Torchline may be a different story, but only because she hasn’t been Queen when it opened up. “And like I said, I don’t put a lot of emphasis on ceremony, so Queen is more something I do than… what I identify as?” Shrugging as she turns to continue to lead them across Snowcloak, she privately wonders at the nature of discussing identity politics with a stranger. Who knows if what she said makes sense. “Either way, nice to meet you too. We’re almost there.” And indeed, there is the Kraai at the far end of the street. Wessex continues towards it, until a black shape seems to materialize out of nowhere and come screeeeing towards her, to land on her shoulder. Looking up, she actually smiles at as the shape stills it’s apparent it’s a dragon with something attached to its leg.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
