I write sins, not tragedies
Something loosens a bit in Wessex when Isla confirms that she and the Prince can fly away; the Ascended need the Remedy just as much as they need the Wraith, and not needing to fight their way out is a small boon - even if their cover is blown. And just for a moment, the Wraith considers staying. Her disguise is full-bodied, she can pass at first glance as an Attuned. But as her gaze sweeps across the tombstones and the frightened faces, and as the rhythmic beat of the marching Dragoons draws ever closer, she thinks better of it. Besides, nothing sticks out as very relic-y.
Best to not give all her tricks away.
Doing her best to quickly mosey behind a taller tombstone, Wessex pretends to be ‘absorbed in grief’ and bends over random grave before disappearing into the night, teleporting straight back to the Grounds.
{Fin...?}
Best to not give all her tricks away.
Doing her best to quickly mosey behind a taller tombstone, Wessex pretends to be ‘absorbed in grief’ and bends over random grave before disappearing into the night, teleporting straight back to the Grounds.
{Fin...?}
WESSEX
