[Training] [open se] riding every high and low

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster It is known that Wessex loves the Voice, she does. The Voice has given her everything she’s asked for, more or less. She has been there to dry the Wraith’s tears and support her when mortal confidences fail and grow weary. She has given her time to rest. Time to grow. And she has demanded little in return, or so the Wraith thinks. But what the Voice does not always give so freely is information, and maybe it’s just the feeling of the whole world being metaphorically shaky beneath her feet that causes such bitterness to suddenly well up. “New Gods ain’t so good with that either,” she scoffs, kicking absently at a corner of the shrine. “Must be a God thing, something about all that power.” Regardless of the reasons from above, it’s clear that as much as the Ascended lives her life in the dark, she hates being kept there, information-wise. So when Evie mentions a weapon, Wessex’s eyes light up and zero in on the thing the Evergreen indicates. Narrowing her eyes in analysis, she can’t quite tell what it is from here, but that doesn’t really matter. A weapon is a weapon and the Wraith is all about the weapons. “Well, activity will keep you warm. If you want to give your new toy a go, I’m happy to help. Can even rustle up some rough terrain, if you give me a burst of Earth magic.” Borderline overly enthusiastic, Wessex is clearly eager for a distraction and besdies - she likes Evie. Stepping in up (or out) to keep Eveie within her magic radius, Wessex makes herself open and ready to receive whatever the redhead might want to throw at her.