[Seasonal Event] Table for one, please

They swarm and hover together, soundless and invisible. Still, Wessex can feel their contempt and their lack of care at her words. Prayers? Killer? Hated? No. Those were not the qualities that would receive her this. But a threat? To the Old Gods? To Mort and Ludo? "we....want to be reborn.." Their voice is like soundwaves being pulled through static. Their words punctuated by clicks of many teeth and the puffy-breath of large mouths. "we...we..." Their tone ceases to be contemplative and calm, rising in pitch and ferocity as the stormclouds within the room threaten to begin to spin again. The windows rattle and the panes of glass within seem to be on the verge of shattering once again. The floor around Wessex is still in tatters, and pieces of the paneling jump and dance as if moved through vibration. "The reborn will ask.." The group suddenly cries, met with screams of agreement from within. "THE REBORN WILL ASK. THE REBORN WILL ASK. THE REBORN WILL ASK. LONGNIGHT