(SE) dying on promises

“Everywhere,” the Wraith dramatically insists with a glance around, though it’s not obvious if she’s still talking about herself or not. And the wink? Well the wink is both confusing and comforting. She knows that dangerous people don’t wink, and also that Sunjata isn’t dangerous to her. Because of Nate. And other reasons. So the wild animals calms and becomes docile again, allowing herself to be led down the alley (presumably for privacy) like a pet or a child. “What’s going on?” she asks, both genuinely curious and utterly unaware of the rumblings of the world around her; anything that isn’t written down is forgotten, at some point. Only the big things remain: protect the family, find the metal, stop the Fae? Even that last one is a little fuzzy. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm