WESSEX
the wraith
Wessex offers a thin smile at being called unreasonable, feeling both pleased and superior about the adjective. “Perhaps it’s because you still haven’t actually articulated how we’re a ‘potential’ threat.” The Wraith knows very well what Morgan’s actual problem is, but the Captain is either going to need to say it, or walk away without providing a solid ‘reason.’“We aren’t being violent, we don’t take from your food stores - if anything, I’ve fed half a dozen families. We don’t have a heavy presence here, and we aren’t converting. So what exactly is the problem?” Crossing her arms over her chest, the demigod looks down at Morgan with a mild expression. Everything the woman has thrown at her has been hearsay. When will she deliver something of substance?
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
