the closest thing to home is you [Seasonal Event]

Oh, she’ll do her best to pick her battles better, from now on. Now that things seem to be coming to a head, now that there are strangers in their world and Monsters to fight, now that something seems to have jolted Caido awake from centuries of complacent (if dangerous and difficult) slumber. Now, now that everyone is gone, there is the promise of a future, and some part of Wessex would gladly take on all the Gods if it would mean Magrethe could see this promise brought to fruition. Even though there’s no guarantee that she’ll live to see it. There is only the word of the child-God, her maker, and it is balanced against the knowledge that deities are fickle creatures. Which, in turn, is measured against her second life. Sometimes the calculations end up in the black and sometimes they end up in the red; through it all, Wessex maintains the belief that she can only rely on herself. And so she will not apologize for her dramatic entrance, for her bravado in the face of another potential death. Because Wessex learns from her mistakes. And she will not put herself in a position to die again, even it means sacrificing Outlanders to save her own skin. She hands the hay bag over to Rory, knowing full well that Luxere are not fond of her. When she was human, back when she’d just started to make a living out of violence, she’d thought for a year or two that they could see inside her soul. That was just the guilt talking and she overcame it soon enough. Maybe it was the blood on her hands, or the fact that something else now flows through her veins, but this year is particularly difficult. None of them want to come near her, and though she knows she needs to talk to Rory before LongNight, she is keenly aware that she might be jeopardizing his chances. So let him be the big draw - she decides to sit - after all you don’t really need to look at someone to talk to them. “Fine. I’m alive, right?” A soft chuckle and then a wince. “Too soon, I know. You, ah… all set for LongNight? Need anything? Or… “ a long pause as she struggles to even ask the question. ”... company?” She didn’t know she would ask that, but out it comes, and it probably surprises her, too. And of course, she’s torn. No one knows what kind of monsters lurk in the week of night, no one knows if the Ascended can fight them, and better yet, no one knows if anyone can stand Wessex for a week. So, you know, there’s a lot of new experiences for Wessex this year.   WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm