W E S S E X
They had said they were familiar with the whip, so Wessex is pleased to see them demonstrate that competence; there’s no fumbling here, no dropping it or getting tangled in its length. Nay, the General is more than pleased, she’s impressed. And she shows it, a fanged, delighted grin as she watches the younger ghost’s demonstration.
In fact, she’s so caught up in watching Phi that she’s forgotten about the scythe in her hand. So when the whip cracks out and wraps itself around the handle, Wessex’s grip tightens quickly. She’s able to catch it before it goes flying out of her hands, but the fact that it’d been caught is a visible surprise. “Well done,” she purrs, quickly stepping forward to lessen the tension in the line. It falls back to the ground and this time, the Wraith makes sure she’s paying attention properly. The distance between them has changed, so Phi will have to adjust.“Again,” she calls out, eager to see if success can be repeated.
In fact, she’s so caught up in watching Phi that she’s forgotten about the scythe in her hand. So when the whip cracks out and wraps itself around the handle, Wessex’s grip tightens quickly. She’s able to catch it before it goes flying out of her hands, but the fact that it’d been caught is a visible surprise. “Well done,” she purrs, quickly stepping forward to lessen the tension in the line. It falls back to the ground and this time, the Wraith makes sure she’s paying attention properly. The distance between them has changed, so Phi will have to adjust.“Again,” she calls out, eager to see if success can be repeated.
The Wraith
