W E S S E X
Humming in agreement, Wessex bobs her head up and down. “I think it is. Not always obvious, or just a part of a whole. But they’ve always come true in one way or another, so -” so she trusts them, more or less. Once they can decipher them. Nothing that Sam seemed very intent on the floor - or upset? - she can’t think of anything particularly upsetting that she’s done lately (because of course, she would be the cause of it) and instead of asking, lets it go.
Maybe it will sort itself out.
Near the abandoned buildings, Wessex has a change of mindand it definitely isn’t because she already did the Attuned shift with someone else in the meantime while looking sideways at Sam, his demeanor, and his clothing. “You know what? It’s okay. Let’s try something else. Here.” Taking her chakram out from its case, she takes a stance, hurls it out so that it arcs, whistling prettily through the sharp, chilly air, and then lands perfectly back to her hand.
Then she hands it to Sam. “You try.”
Maybe it will sort itself out.
Near the abandoned buildings, Wessex has a change of mind
Then she hands it to Sam. “You try.”
The Wraith