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Unfortunately for Bastien, Wessex hasn’t got an ounce of artistic ability in her, so his attempt to make himself look like more than a child with a paint set is… somewhat lost on her. To her credit, she does her best not to judge. She remains in the doorway, as it seems they are both quite busy and she won’t intrude long. “I’m Wessex,’ she says with a short nod. “and you’re newly bright, aren’t you?” A corner of her mouth lifts in a brief smile, revealing her own set of sharp teeth and a quiet sigh of satisfaction. “I’ve only come to say that things are happening and the Ascended are gathering. Be ready. You will be needed.” Hopefully he can deliver. No one likes the allure of greatness, only to find someone who performs poorly under pressure. Especially when there are so few of them. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm