WESSEX
It’s a little weird being back in her old house, but since the Wraith is more or less semi-nomadic now and has very little use for it, it might as well be given to the new government. With or without her family name attached to it, she honestly doesn’t care. Listening to Rex lay out the format of the meeting, she finds herself inexplicably being drawn back towards governing, in a role she might be better suited for, after all, there are few Naturals who easily bridge both worlds and work for both: herself, Amalia, Sam… that’s really about it. If her people won’t take an active role in the governing of their lives, she’ll do it for them. Again.
After Phoebe sits down again, Wessex stands up, hands folded in front of her. “I’d like to put myself forward for Naturals advisor.” She takes a look around the room. “You know my experience and my dedication to my people. I think it’s a role I’m better suited to and was once nominated for, apparently, back when Zariah was in control.” A slight pause as she considers the next part, deviating from what Rex wants, but feeling like it’s important to get this in quickly, while she still can.
“And I nominate Amalia for the History position, if she wants it.” The ball is in Amalia's court, of course. But the Wraith knows no one with a more concrete knowledge of the Grounds than Ama, and with her access to the Loreseekers, they can maybe meld the multiple cultures a bit more.
Sitting back down, the demi-god almost sends a mental apology to her sister but then decides against it. No harm no foul, really. Just Wessex being Wessex.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
