trinkets and baubles [SE]

WESSEX

Returning Bastien’s nod with one of her own, the Wraith sits in an unfamiliar chair at an unfamiliar table to do an unfamiliar thing.

Who knew that something as simple as arts and crafts could teeter on the verge of overwhelming?

Luckily, her Advisor has a smart suggestion and she feels no shame in taking a pre-made bauble, some purple and white paint and a brush, setting herself up to make something simple. One ear is turned towards the question and the conversation, the other towards the stranger-stranger (versus Ascended-strangers, who aren’t really strangers at all in her head).

“Aamu has some whittling things,” Wessex tells Neos with a little point towards the man with the long blonde hair. Otherwise, she isn’t quite sure - after all, this isn’t her place. Back to the conversation. “Well rested,” she finally replies to Bastien’s question with a soft chuckle. Turning her head from her focus on the bauble's purple base, she offers a fanged half-grin to the other woman. “You’re Isla, right? I’d heard about you - before everything happened.”

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all