WESSEX
Silently, without drawing attention to herself, Wessex joins the fringes of the growing group. Ever curious about the Outlander who’s managed to infiltrate the forest, she takes this more as an opportunity to learn about what’s out there than socialize. In fact, she kind of recoils ever so slightly at the number of children running about. She may have been a babysitter in her youth, but the idea of taking care of yelling, bouncing, bratty little people makes her want to see just how long it’ll take her body to heal itself from self-inflicted wounds. Wearing very little (ooh, scandalous!) the Ascended lounges on the dark grass at the edge of the firelight, staring up at the stars and waiting for story time to start. None of her people (Bastien doesn’t count) are ‘around’ so there’s little desire to really make herself a part of the group.
Creepy lurker? More her style.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
