I know, I fought you in the dark
So much fire. Everywhere. It saved them, yes, but why had the Sparkbird been so angry? Why hadn’t Morgan put out this fire, let someone else lend a hand, as ghost-Mara had suggested? Why hadn’t the Warden stepped up, when it was apparent she was was the only one with leadership experience in the room? Wessex shakes her head, letting her thoughts ramble on and on as her arms cross over her chest in the slightest of hugs. Mara and Ezra, dead. Not much to be upset about, she’d concluded in the dark, lingering days of sitting in the Jail. They hadn’t prepared as she’d advised and whether or not they took the task seriously was also debatable, given her last glimpse of Ezra. Wessex washes her hands of their deaths and looks to the future, instead.
Burned out husks of buildings, no longer smoldering, stand as ugly scars in the still, frosty dusk of Flowerbirth. She sighs to herself and steps across the threshold of the Barracks, beginning to move charred beams to a pile to one side. Azrael might get their wish after all, she muses to herself, trying to imagine what might replace the Barracks.
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This is a PQ to clean up the Barracks! Open to as many as want, but know there will need to be many other PQs to clean up the Grounds. Don’t burn yourself out!
Pick something to do - move beams, collect potentially unmelted weapons / other training items.
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the wraith
WESSEX
