[SE] The unkindness of ravens

Well aware of how rumors spread and the likelihood that Morgan wouldn’t keep her mouth shut (they never do, do they?), Wessex isn’t too keen it comes to actually being discovered and later identified. Not because this wasn’t fun, but because things could so easily be twisted in the eyes of the paranoid, and until she can find a way to permanently deal with it, there’s no point in tempting fate. She watches the bird closely and as it tilts its head up again, she drops the remaining snow she’d been holding and teleports away, leaving a hardened, packed half-ball in her wake. As she and the Shadow cloak disappear, it’s suddenly visible - clearly a little more sculpted than when it fell off the roof. Her bootprints, too, remain. As for what the Raven can - or will - do with the information, well that’s up to him. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm