WESSEX
the wraith
Blood. She smells blood. That tangy, metallic smells raises the Queen’s alarm far more than her powerlust today. Like an animal, her nostrils flare and keen eyes begin to look for traces of it, but all she can find is trampled grass and the occasional dark droplet - more like ink than blood. She knows what the blight is doing to body fluids, she’s heard the description, but seeing it for her own eyes is something else. Thus far she’s really only encountered the blight!personality changes in Ronin, Jigano, and Phoebe - and none of them have left her as concerned as whomever is in front of her. She would have gone home to sleep, weary from the constant work, but this - this cannot be ignored. Cloaked and hurrying as best she can, Wessex comes upon the little firebrand staring up at the Spire, looking for all the world like someone had kidnapped her and she’d beaten the shit out of them to escape. Wild. Distracted. No, not distracted - focused.
Something isn’t right. Fangorn is distressed. She’s half clothed in the middle of winter. Wessex can’t feel the wind as it bites her pale skin, but she knows that Melly can.
The Queen slowly approaches, a look of genuine concern on her face. With an outstretched hand (to welcome or ward off, who can say?) she calls to the little warrior, “Melita? Melita, what are you doing out here without clothes on?”
it's me and the moon, she says
and i got no trouble with that
cause i am a butterfly and you wouldn't let me die
