[Mini Event] so it has come to this

They have it all wrong. Not about Zariah - no, they likely have all their accusations right, their emotions in the proper place, etc. Wessex isn’t terribly optimistic that she will turn out to be benevolent, given the wording of some of the decrees and the notice of her power grab. But then neither was the Ascended’s return statement. Some things are better set up in secret, run in the shadows. You can’t topple everyone out in the open, some require work and plans and things better done in the shadows. Wessex watches. Cloaked like Lucas, she might blend in with the crowd, watching her friends and acquaintances digest the decrees. Personally, she’d laughed. Multiple times. They’d have to catch her in order to make her obey. Oh, Wessex is angry, she just won’t show it. A calm head and clear eyes will get more done than an angry tongue will - most days. And yeah, if she could get over the whole sun thing, she sure as hell would try and lead, too. Alas, the similarities between herself and the self-styled queen end there. But then there’s this little outburst between Amalia and Edy, and with a sigh, Wessex shoulders her way until she’s by the girl, until she can see Edy’s face. Saying nothing to either condemn or condone, she moves to usher Amalia gently away by the hand from the fire mage. Pity. She would have liked to continue fucking the barkeep. “You’ve made your point,” she whispers in the baker’s ear. “Now save your anger for the real fight.” Because there will be one. Jigano, however, she leaves be. Let him dig his own hole, he who must always have the last word. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here