I know, I fought you in the dark
Wholeheartedly approving of the idea, the Queen grins ferally back at Cal because what she hears is a playground. Then a ghostly waif, wearing bloodstained clothes and a clear air of indifference to her appearance comes towards them with a sense of purpose, and Wessex can’t help but stare - there’d been the ping of new presence in her head (two actually), but she hadn’t known who.“Are you - ?” she can’t quite place the girl, but knows she’s seen that face and those eyes somewhere, perhaps on one of her food-delivery runs. A farmhouse, somewhere. One of the rundown ones. “Sorry, It’s on the tip of my tongue -” Kind of. Almost. Shaking her head, she hopes the girl will provide the answers, otherwise it’s going to bug the crap out of her. Regardless, she offers a fanged grin in return.
Welcome to the family, she offers. We should get you some new clothes.
But they’re not here to talk about that, they’re here to work, so Wessex’s attention goes back to Cal and she nods in understanding and picks the far right house without hesitation, striding towards it and dipping in with delicate hands to test the walls and doorways for stability.
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Wessex chooses the
the wraith
WESSEX
