WESSEX
the wraith
Damn. She is generous tonight. Wessex smiles and bows her head, resolving that she has done her best and that is all she can do. If anyone pulls something stupid and dies, it won’t be on her conscience. “Thank you.” The upgrade will likely come in handy - they all know it. And then she’s sucked in by her Goddess’s words, wrapped up in ideas about a frozen, cold part of the world where the Ascended could reign supreme. Their Lady had hinted at it, of course, of a world where they wouldn’t have to shy away from the sun, where they could dominate and rule and fuck this perpetual kow-towing to the followers of the Old Gods. Do the Old Gods even have a hold on his Halo, or is it ripe for the taking? Will they be fighting the whole way there?
“After LongNight, then. We’ll deal with the Fae. If they’re still alive…” she makes a face, indicating that she is indeed skeptical, but if there’s any mystery magic left that can deal with the senseless monsters, it would be the Fae’s. And if not, then that's one less problem to deal with on her end. “Is that where Zariah went?”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
