Grim Curiosity [Open]

The same super senses that allowed Wessex to move quite quickly and quietly alert Samuel to her stalking. It’s an effort not to roll her eyes in a full 360 degrees, such is her feeling of scornful dismay at his question. “Of course there’s someone here. You can smell me.” Her voice is hard and biting as she stands up and reveals herself. Now, Wessex isn’t a tall woman, but she is taller than Sam, which may or may not add to a sense of superiority. She is not like them and she is not like him, either. Wind tugs at the tips of her short hair, sends her short cloak flapping in the silence between them. “You’re a long way from your books,” she says, questioning what he’s doing here without actually questioning it. “Seems unwise… there are scary things in the night… especially during Deepfrost.” It’s only a little taunt. Besides, it’s not like she moves towards him or anything. She just stands there in the snowy darkness, watching with folded arms and the occasional barb. For now. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm