empires fall when we move the unmovable, so tell me all of my secrets, tell me all of my lies,
With yet another to-do list echoing in her head as she leaves the infirmary, Wessex sends a mental note to Azrael, asking if it’s a good time to stop by, before dropping her items off at home before setting out for their place again. She walks boldly through the Grounds, enjoying the feeling of a night out - still a couple of days yet remain - in her own home. A safe week.
Rapping quietly on the de Rosieres door, Wessex takes a step back and waits for her youngest (and yet, quite beloved) sibling to answer the door. Once they open it, they might be hit with the bold, bright smell of wintergreen - unusual for this area of the Grounds. Out in the woods it might seem almost natural, but here it’s definitely noticeable.
Rapping quietly on the de Rosieres door, Wessex takes a step back and waits for her youngest (and yet, quite beloved) sibling to answer the door. Once they open it, they might be hit with the bold, bright smell of wintergreen - unusual for this area of the Grounds. Out in the woods it might seem almost natural, but here it’s definitely noticeable.
WESSEX
