WESSEX
the wraith
See, unlike Loren, Wessex knows there is a time and place to air grievances and this sure as hell isn’t it. And that’s if the Queen ever chooses to air them. She may just move on and cut her losses and write him off. But those are things for Flowerbirth and they still have a night or two to get through before the sun comes up.
The Ascended woman holds preternaturally still as Loren produces a horn and places it against her collarbone. The glow that spreads is a pleasant effect, causing her to break the stillness and crane her neck to watch the warm light. It was kind of like her Lady’s light - except yellow instead of blue. Huh. Unsure of how long it would take - or should take - considering Wessex doesn’t even know the extent of the damage, she allows her eyes to flick to Loren and answer his question.
“Dark. Hostile. You can feel the hatred they have for anything that lives.” After a moment of reflection on her brief time outside, her nose crinkles a bit. “We found a creepy skeleton luxere that bonded to Peter. After that it was just a race to get back.”
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
