(open) 'cause we find ourselves in the same old mess

I write sins, not tragedies

There’s a small upside to the burned buildings - some would laugh at calling it a silver lining, but in a land where the soil has become week, the earth needs all the help it can get. And you know what’s a good fertilizer? Wood ash - after it’s been composted a bit.

So Wessex has been organizing composting piles around the Grounds, trying to help the non-Ascended prepare for planting season; it’s not the most glamorous work, but they need all the help they can get. Wheelbarrow in hands, the Queen goes to open a shed and as she enters, finds a pesky buzzing noise. Bees? Wasps? She quickly finds the source of the sound - there, in the back corner, is a good sized wasp nest.

Unlike Bees, there’s no real use for wasps, so Wessex obviously needs to destroy the nest. But first - something to extinguish a potential fire. So once she has a bucket of water, the Wraith takes careful aim at the wasp nest and attempts to laser the fuck out of them, heating up their nest and tiny angry bodies with her gaze until they start to burn up and get even more angry, with little tiny burning bodies briefly flying around until they drop to the ground.

WESSEX