History has its eyes on you

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Ahhh yes, it’s the albino one. Wessex has always though the girl kind of a freak, but then again, aren’t they all in some way or another? Look at her hands, now - blades shoot out of them on command, and how is that any different than being able to blend in to the snow? Her greeting does give the older woman pause, though, and she has to think back over the years to see if she’s done the Valair family any harm. Aaaaand… not that she can remember. Which, y’know, would make this rather awkward if it had been the opposite. Wessex takes great care to avoid her victim’s families. It just isn’t something she wants to deal with. She gives her a curt nod in greeting. “Maea.” And then the Ascended just kind of slows to a halt and gazes around at the rows of shelving and books and has to admit to herself that she would like some direction, even if it’s just a ‘check the last aisle’ type of thing. “Neither did I,” she says, rather humorously, throwing a cheeky shrug in. “... Neither did I. Hey, are you familiar with this place?” a vague gesture indicates the building, though of course what she means is this area, and these things - the books. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul