WESSEX
No dresses. Just leather. Kinky, some might say - comfortable when you don’t need to sweat and you don’t chafe, and totally on brand, says Wessex. Dressed in something a tad more appropriate for an event than her every day wear, she is, nevertheless, a bit uncomfortable in the one-shouldered, red-and-gold get up. Like she’s been stuffed into something that isn’t her, even though she’s still likely to be the only one in leather. Two crimson dyed leather pieces wrap her upper arms and she’s added a couple of shiny bits to her thigh-high boots, but other than that, she is unadorned.
And she’s a little late. Good job. Upon arriving in the Field, she sees many milling about - Rex, Deimos, Melita, and if they happen to spot her, she gives a little wave. First things first; to greet the happy couple and offer her best wishes. When she finds Remi and Ronin, she offers them each a smile and a warm handshake - the way an awkward, distant family member might greet a third cousin who they kind of knew as kids, but have since grown apart.
“I hope the two of you will be very happy together.” And she does mean it. Everyone deserves to be happy, at least for a little bit.
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
