I know, I fought you in the dark
“Ah, of course…” Wessex says softly, for their family’s troubles were also sequential, both of their lines ending with Ascension. Perhaps another time they can talk as equals about the Grounds and its change over the years - after they have some cleaner attire, of course. (Wessex is certainly not so fastidious, but there is no reason for one of her family to look like they’ve been through hell when she can help). Offering a fanged smile before they scatter to their respective houses, she answers Ophelia again, mentally. If you think at me and I’m close, I’ll hear it. Kind of rude sometimes, but Cal knows about it - and it’s important to know. So after this, she will take them under her wing for a bit - but until then, there’s work to be done. The Wraith heads into her chosen house and begins to find some instability and the tell-tale signs of termite dust as the base of one of the big support beams. Tsking to herself with a click of her tongue, she moves on and finds stones missing from the tops of corner of the wall - luckily the roof of the floor above was sturdy enough to stay intact.
So Wessex heads back out again and goes for one of the beams Varus has brought for them, wondering how she’s going to switch one out by herself. It isn’t a matter of strength, it’s a matter of coordination, so as she slowwwwwwly maneuvers with the new support beam, she tries to line it directly up with the old beam and then press quickly against the two trying to shove the old one out and replace it immediately with the new beam.
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the wraith
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