but this hunger, it isn't you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Laughter at a shrine is rarely good, the explorer thinks, because she is not funny. Her jokes would not summon a God, they would more than likely keep them away instead. So this is unexpected, and the demi-god turns in seated half-circles to try and find the source, egged on by the toyings of a presence that is clearly made of winter and is already invisibly there. The cracking of ice snaps her head forward, towards the Sea, but the next sound comes from behind her, and Wessex whirls back around again. Looming above her is the most womanly-woman she’s seen in a long time. Edy was boyish and long, Hotaru slim and pocket-sized, but this one is full and female and looks at her with eyes that offer two different ends. So. Nowhere near a genie, she thinks. And nothing like her Goddess, either. What is she? Huh. “A Wraith,” she begins. “Accepted turned Ascended turned Demi-God.” After a moment’s pause, Wessex can’t help but ask. “What are you?” Is Eirachi a name or a title? But she’s spoken too soon and ah, yes, there is a price for answers. She can’t offer devotion, because that is reserved for her Lady. Favors? Perhaps. But who knows what that will entail, and she hadn’t been able to fulfill the promises of the last favors she’d owed to a being with more power. “Name your price. If it’s something I can deliver or agree to, it’s yours.”