from many to more

With Leafchange waning, Deepfrost looms - dark and cold and full of danger. There’s always much to do with the advent of the season and though the Grounds is emptier than it has been in some time, that doesn’t mean there aren’t preparations to make. Perhaps of a different kind this year - but, that is something that is yet to be determined. Her Advisors are there for a reason, as of yet unsummoned, so the Queen sends a note requesting them at a meeting the next night at Theskyra House. Daphne is welcoming as usual and has prepared tea and a light snack for Oliver, should he wish to eat. It makes no difference to the Wraith, she would much rather non-Ascended guests be comfortable. When the men arrive, they are ushered into the room with a larger table and a map on the wall (courtesy of Deimos, though the Sword is no longer with them). Wessex has her notes laid out before her; ideas fleshed out and the lists made, though there are still holes to be filled. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here