She can see the purple dragon coming for her but here, in their land, there’s little she can do to avoid it. With an arm up to ward off whatever’s coming and half-formed electrical orb in her hand, the Wraith is whisked elsewhere - thrown a loop with her own power - and ends up in a dark back alley. Regardless of where she is (and it isn’t The Grounds or Halo, that much is immediately obvious), Wessex snuffs out the orb and shifts into her kitsune form, eager to find out where she is before anything goes down.
A little cautious probing into the darkness and a little nose-twitching go a long way. Seems like Stormbreak, in which case, she ought to be doubly careful, but since she’s here… might as well investigate another area.
She’s drawn back to the Tower and the buildings around it, choosing another dark corner to shift back into a human figure - this one being another middle aged woman, but a hawkish one, with sharp eyes, a skinny frame, and an aqualine nose. Entering the Collegium, she studies the stacks directory with a slight frown before trying to find the oldest section. If they even had one.
A little cautious probing into the darkness and a little nose-twitching go a long way. Seems like Stormbreak, in which case, she ought to be doubly careful, but since she’s here… might as well investigate another area.
She’s drawn back to the Tower and the buildings around it, choosing another dark corner to shift back into a human figure - this one being another middle aged woman, but a hawkish one, with sharp eyes, a skinny frame, and an aqualine nose. Entering the Collegium, she studies the stacks directory with a slight frown before trying to find the oldest section. If they even had one.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
