fears, shmears

Well, well, well, it looks like she has company. Someone Wessex wasn’t hoping to see any time soon, but… the Bubble has always been rather small for her taste, and getting obnoxiously smaller. She makes a face on the inside but doesn’t slow her approach. Better to play it cool, pretend it never happened unless Ronin comments on it. She’s wearing more than usual, but nothing like a jacket or a cloak, just a long-sleeved shirt, leather armor atop, and full length pants. The wind whistles by them, heading out into the air before them; it blows her short locks into her face, and she tucks them behind her ears again with a casual movement. “Hey, she says with a short nod, coming to a stop at his side, all semi-friendly like. But like, with a decent amount of space between them. Yep, just two fightin’ people staring at a bone bridge and its deep chasm. Her arms cross as she considers the bridge in front of them - partially to assess the conditions and partially to avoid looking at Ronin. Wessex is about to speak when Melita shatters the potential tension with her springy bits of goodwill. Wessex! I’ve come to learn! What Wessex has done to deserve the good faith of the little red-headed sprite is beyond all knowing. She just hopes it doesn’t get the girl killed. The Ascended glances at Ronin, then back to Melita, sighs quietly and then gestures for the girl to join them. It’s an… interesting group. Once she’s there, Wessex gestures for her to pause with them. At least she won’t be the only teacher today… from what she’s seen, Ronin is fairly skilled at swordwork. “Right. So it’s the three of us, yeah? Melita, which order do you think we should progress in?” There isn’t enough room to safely cross at three abreast, in her humble opinion. It simply wouldn’t be wise. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm