WESSEX
the wraith
With an equally frustrated sigh, Wessex responds to his misinterpretation of her question. “I wasn’t implying that you were, I know the mud is weird this year. I can use magic if you do it first. So I thought that together, if you had certain kinds of magic, we could do something strong enough together.” She looks to the mud as it continues to move things around and shakes her head, spreading her hands wide. “No containers on me, sorry, but -” luckily, she’s stopped by Loren and a new request. There’s a brief shared sympathetic look between herself and Loren. It’s surprising, really, to find them connecting over the incompetence of the other members of the effort. But the truth is that it shouldn’t be a surprise, given what kind of people they both are.
“Sure. On it.”
Whether or not Oliver follows, Wessex heads to the market and finds the woman Loren is talking about. She delivers the message and a couple of chairs are promptly shoved in her direction. With a nod and murmured thanks, she takes half of the furniture and brings it back to the building.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
