WESSEX
“Yeah,” Wessex agrees with a small nod. “Gotta understand their habits and the choices they’ll instinctively make when threatened.” After a short moment of consideration, she glances towards the door and the outside. “I was a hunter too, at one point.” In another life, it seems, though she still occasionally hunts when the need arises. If not for her, then for others. And of course, the girl is clever, landing on something the Wraith had privately worried about. Her head wavers from one side to the other.
“I’m not sure they do, but I owe a favor and I always make good. This one’ll be going to King’s End.” And the second, to Torchline. She sighs, suddenly weighted with the burden of it all, but no sooner does the sound leave her mouth then the line moves forward again.
Wessex moves with it. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a new girl around here, have you? She’s about this tall -” she goes on to describeMabel, but gives away little more than her physical description.
“I’m not sure they do, but I owe a favor and I always make good. This one’ll be going to King’s End.” And the second, to Torchline. She sighs, suddenly weighted with the burden of it all, but no sooner does the sound leave her mouth then the line moves forward again.
Wessex moves with it. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a new girl around here, have you? She’s about this tall -” she goes on to describe
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
