Taking off her gloves is a good sign, right? “Nothing complicated, I promise. I need some ash from a fire,” Wessex partially explains. Digging for a moment in her cloak, she promptly produces a small, plain wooden box, presumably in which she would keep said ash. Hoping that she might be able to leave it at that, the demigod refrains from any further explanation, but keeps the box held out to the other in case it’s accepted.
Giving the brunette a cursory up-and-down as well, she belatedly offers a friendly, “I’m Wessex.” As if that might explain the unusual, but fairly basic request.
Giving the brunette a cursory up-and-down as well, she belatedly offers a friendly, “I’m Wessex.” As if that might explain the unusual, but fairly basic request.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
