WESSEX
the wraith
She follows - is there anything she can do but follow? Down into the Spire, down where she’s never been before, but heard of a group of them going time and time again. Something she was not invited to and had no interest in doing at that time. It wasn’t worth the risk, given her newfound responsibilities and lack of magic. Trying to close the gap between them, the Wraith picks her way easily over the stone and snow, sunlight still streaming in through the holes, but her footing sure and agile. “A promise? Melita, come back here, you don’t owe anyone anything,” she says loudly, trying to reach through the black haze in the young woman’s mind. But what comes back at her stings, harsher than the accusations of others. Do you know what you’ve done to me? it says, and for the first time, Wessex actually cares if someone dies.
She thinks for a moment about the rose in her cloak pocket but doesn’t stop the downward descent, hell bent on retrieving Melita. “I’m sorry,” she says, more softly than before - hoping that the girl can hear. Hoping that the words mean enough to cut through sludge. Hoping that whatever the Gods have in mind will work.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
