See through, see far.

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Only hell and high water could have stopped her from coming. Wessex comes out of the budding trees, moving almost silently through the new growth. Bow and quiver are slung over her shoulder; now she hunts as a way of release, instead of a means to sustain herself. The Lady is all she needs to stay alive. The Lady and a good head on her shoulders, especially in these uncertain times. Taking her place amongst the small group, her eyes dart to Aedion, Lucas and Bastien, then to 108. No small talk from her either, just the slightest nod to each of them in greeting, though in truth, it’d been only a day since she’d last seen them. They were supposed to meet tonight: in the early, early hours of the morning, when only the ne’er-do-wells walk, when the drunkards sing, and the johns sashay from their whores to their wives. This obviously takes precedence, and quite frankly, Wessex is pleased to see the Lady ‘out and about,’ as it were. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul