[RE] Turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

RED?!? No. That is an abomination, a mutation, and though their little bubble occasionally sees mutations in the generations of inbred creatures, they’ve never seen a red Luxere before. The irony of this thought is utterly lost on Wessex as she forms an instant opinion of this unnatural thing. Then, of course, her thoughts travel to the Outlanders and somehow they are also responsible for it. Demon gourds. Red luxere. An unusually high amount of God activity, which has never boded well in the past. She does not - can not - think of the good things they’ve brought with them. Wessex grabs her bow and darts into the night, following the eventual sounds of the crowd and someone singing. She can eventually identify the singer as Amalia, but even that does not dissuade her. The Ascendant leaps for the lower bough of one of the larger apple trees, climbing up behind the small group of people. Settling herself into a secure position, she pulls an arrow from her quiver and nocks it, taking aim for the weakened creature as it tries to shed its curse. One breath. A second. Steady. A moment of hesitation, and then - she lets it fly. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here