WESSEX
Oh. This is unexpected - all of it. The praise warms her on the inside even as she struggles to keep up with what’s being said. “Sure, I’m always happy to talk - in fact, I need a luxere’s antlers next for this shrine, so if you’d like to join me later in the season, I’d be happy to show you a couple of tips and tricks. If you like.” Wessex is no Halovian, but there are some techniques that she’s sure rings true for all hunters.
And just as she’s about to answer the questions about Mabel, the last person clears the line. Wessex turns with a small sound of surprise and steps up to the harried-looking attendant. “A bird’s worth of Ningo feathers, please.” It doesn’t appear to be something they have immediately at the counter, so the person disappears for a moment and Wessex turns back to Sylvia. “She’s my sister - the girl I described. I’m Wessex. You are?”
And just as she’s about to answer the questions about Mabel, the last person clears the line. Wessex turns with a small sound of surprise and steps up to the harried-looking attendant. “A bird’s worth of Ningo feathers, please.” It doesn’t appear to be something they have immediately at the counter, so the person disappears for a moment and Wessex turns back to Sylvia. “She’s my sister - the girl I described. I’m Wessex. You are?”
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
