WESSEX
Both surprised at being addressed in an unfamiliar way and asked if she has time, Wessex turns from the apple tree she’s been admiring. It was doing well here, and she had just made a mental note to tell Phi that their work was paying off in spades. The speaker is still coming towards her and the General’s brow furrows slightly, trying to place the woman’s face. No such luck. Stranger mode it is, then. A quick realignment and the searching look is gone, replaced with a polite mask that befits the demigod, former Queen, and now-General. “A little bit, I suppose,” she replies, with a slight fanged smile, taking a step or two forward to meet the other woman. “Is there something I can help with…?” Trailing off, she leaves an opening for the other to provide an explanation, or at least a sense of expectation. Wessex very much looks like someone you might go to for help, if you need someone strong or adept at handling a knife - not so much if you need healing or diplomatic words, so hopefully it isn't the latter.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
