Of Stranger Things

And on the second night of Flowerbirth, Wessex is on a mission. The most bizarre mission she’s been sent on in her thirty-eight years, and better yet, one which she is unsure if she can complete - if only because it does not rely on her abilities alone.  She doesn’t know what the answer will be, she doesn’t know if there if there is bias or even if, once she has her answers, she’ll be walking into a trap. In addition to all of that, there are her own suspicions about the Monsters, LongNight, and the Spire Demon. Suspicions that will likely take her where she hasn’t been since she was a teenager: The Athaeneum. And yet, it isn’t fear of failure or uncertainty that surges through her, but a fierce determination. Only Wessex could have gotten that response. To her knowledge, she is the only one to entertain a Monster and survive. It may be going to her head. Just a little. Not enough to make her forget where she is when she comes to the underground Shrine. There, before the statue of the girl, Wessex kneels once more and says with a calm and steady voice, “Lady, I come seeking answers. My questions are… most unexpected. I would not otherwise disturb you, but I’m afraid this is not something I have the means to answer on my own. Please.”   Wessex is self-sufficient. She doesn’t like running home to Mama whenever she needs something. But this? This is different. This could change everything for Caidonites.   WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here