WESSEX
the wraith
Wow, it’s like she actually has time to do shit now. Imagine that. Purposefully ignorant of everything (but not oblivious to tensions and prior sentiments)that went on during the meeting, Wessex is more than happy to start inserting herself back into society at the most awkward of places and times. Don’t like her? Tough cookies. Is it a form of revenge? Maybe. She’s about to start a subtle PR damage control campaign, one helping hand at a time. See, she’s realized that she does best one-on-one, and while she was busy putting on her big girl pants, she lost connections with a lot of the people. Can she change their mind about killing the Fae? Eh, probably not. But Jigano’s lied and exaggerated and it’s time to do a little fighting back.
Is Loren the best place to start? Probably not. But being seen is important.
Wessex is curious about what kind of school Loren wants to create. The Naturals have their own sort of thing for children and the Medical College is woefully small for its giant building. There simply aren’t enough adults, she thinks, but who is she to tell him it might be an exercise in futility? Arriving at the designated place and time, the Wraith comes cloaked, but fully able to do most things. “Heard you need some help,” she says by way of greeting, a slight half-grin quirking up her face at the sight of the playing companion.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
