WESSEX
She can’t help the grin that sweeps across her face as she crosses her arms, suddenly a little more relaxed than she’s ever been with them. “Well, with that kind of outlook, I’m sure you’ll be just fine!” A throaty chuckle makes her pause briefly, before, “Our Lady will help you make yourself into whatever and whoever you want to be.” At the very least, and perhaps, maybe a bit beyond what they think they might need.
She doesn’t even have to take the time to count, answering their question with a shrug. “Fifteen, including myself, who are willing to be included in the family. I’ve no doubt there are others who seek a quiet life and let them be. We’ve had some older Ascended pop up recently - those who somehow survived the first war. And then those who were brought back to life.” Settling again into a thoughtful stance, she glances out the window.
“We’re really quite varied, when you think about it. Something I’ve always liked about us.”
Even when it drives her crazy and she feels like she's utterly alone, Wessex is proud of them for being who they are.
She doesn’t even have to take the time to count, answering their question with a shrug. “Fifteen, including myself, who are willing to be included in the family. I’ve no doubt there are others who seek a quiet life and let them be. We’ve had some older Ascended pop up recently - those who somehow survived the first war. And then those who were brought back to life.” Settling again into a thoughtful stance, she glances out the window.
“We’re really quite varied, when you think about it. Something I’ve always liked about us.”
Even when it drives her crazy and she feels like she's utterly alone, Wessex is proud of them for being who they are.
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
