[Mini Event] just the way of things

You’ll stand a better chance without the deep snows to hinder you... He’s not wrong. But what Rory’s forgotten is that they can use the snows to their advantage now. And that’s the difference between the kind, mournful man and Wessex. Wessex sees Deepfrost and it’s a challenge to make her better, not something to hide from; if you can run through snowdrifts, if you can jump, or fight in the cold, if you can push through that soul-draining weariness, you can do that and twice as much when the weather is pleasant. But it’s not just that. They’ll need some more help. Wessex stands in the big doorway of the temple, having conveniently missed the tears and fuss about her death. She wouldn’t have wanted to see the maudlin display, anyway, preferring the fire that races through the group of people - Natural and Outlander alike. The irony, of course, is that while Wessex was in her first life, she tried to call a meeting of the Naturals and no one but a wolf-shifter showed up. Turns out she can accomplish a lot more dead than alive. It’s a weird thought, but it won’t stop her. She feels fucking awesome - almost as if nothing can stop her (except maybe that fucking Spire Monster). A small flex of her fist sends the long, sharp talon shooting out of between her knuckles, and she can’t help but grin deviously at the living weapon she’s become. There’s no disarming her now. “You’ll stand a better chance with me.” Wessex calls out to Rory, pausing a moment for the inevitable shift of heads before using the talons to pull her hood down. Same blonde woman, sans scars, same arrogance, just a couple of undeserving upgrades and a desperate need for some new leather armor. He can keep the knife. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm