trinkets and baubles [SE]

WESSEX

Confirming her identity with a small nod, the other blonde dips her brush into a bottle of white paint and holds it at the ready. “Just Wessex is fine.” Forty years of her life without a title means it’s still at odds with how she sees herself. She uses it when it suits her, when she needs to, but otherwise she’s still just Wessex - in a bigger house, with more power and more responsibility - a hunter and fighter at heart. Still learning how to do this Queen thing.

“Yes, I was very interested in meeting the doctor-turned-Ascended after I was reborn, but -” she shrugs. They all know what happened. Her mouth opens again to say something, and then closes, changing her mind and privately reaching out to Azrael privately instead. Hey Az, you might want to tell Isla what you can do. I bet she - and everyone else here - would think it’s pretty cool.

Pulling her focus back to the bauble, the Wraith begins to put white polka dots on it.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all