[Mini Event] Roll Up, Roll Up

WESSEX out of the night that covers me The idea that Wessex, the abomination herself, might be a defender of the Greatwood is probably laughable heresy to the fae, but she will seize every opportunity to prove herself.  She may be at a disadvantage with the daylight thing, but she is ever optimistic. Rolling up in her usual cloak after everyone’s left, the Ascended peruses the list, finding the usual suspects - and some new ones. Even Are’s runes shift before her eyes, causing the tiniest of satisfied smiles. With a nod to the war chief (she looked better than she did in the cave) and the beautiful (no, stunning,) other fae (who she has no idea holds Wessex’s favor in her hands) Wessex signs her name to the list and walks away. Wessex Theskyra Here goes nothing. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul