WESSEX
It’s a good question. Wessex pulls back a bit and makes a face whilst considering the possibility, and it only takes thirty seconds or so before her head tilts side to side. “Sure, I bet Frey could, easily, sine it’s from a tree.The Voice, maybe, depending on what exactly you’re looking for. I’m not sure of any tech that can cause joy, but I’m sure it could be made.”
Her eyes dart to the black, unfamiliar thing (what does she know of cameras?) in his possession and her openness closes a bit. “Haven’t seen you around the Grounds before,” the Wraith mentions, trying to make it seem like an offhanded comment even though her spidey-senses are on high alert. He isn’t Ascended. That much she knows. And non-Ascended carrying strange-objects are… well, something to be investigated right now.
For everyone's safety.
Her eyes dart to the black, unfamiliar thing (what does she know of cameras?) in his possession and her openness closes a bit. “Haven’t seen you around the Grounds before,” the Wraith mentions, trying to make it seem like an offhanded comment even though her spidey-senses are on high alert. He isn’t Ascended. That much she knows. And non-Ascended carrying strange-objects are… well, something to be investigated right now.
For everyone's safety.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
