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Isla take your medicine Back past the Trinity Temple, and this time all the way around to the other side. It's a strange sort of peace on the Sleeping Steps, Isla finds, even with the roar of water from far below, and as she starts to descend, arm in arm with the Prince, she can't help but glance around at the gravestones. This is a little morbid, she remarks quietly to the demigoddess she assumes is somewhere behind her. It doesn't feel as though there are enough graves here for all the people in Stormbreak. I can't help but think they must just... She doesn't so much gesture towards the cliff edges as glance at them, but the implication is clear. Do Stormbreakers just toss their dead into the ocean?

A 3x3 cloth does not a disguise make. The addition of a scar or a change in eye colour or hair texture does not change Isla's extremely recognizable face, stature, or build.

"Overseer.." It starts as a whisper, just a low rumble among a few citizens laying flowers near well-kept graves. "Ascended..." Comes a shaky addition.

"Help! HELP. ASCENDED. ASCENDED!" The voices are a loud chorus now, screaming their warnings. Inside the Temple bells have begun to sound out an alarm, and as warnings ring across Stormbreak, the Dragoons begin a swift march towards the Sleeping Steps.

I write sins, not tragedies

Wessex does indeed follow the Overseer and her Prince, moseying along like she’d offered, hoping that no one has been watching the pair from Temple to Needle and back again.

It might be what keeps her in the game, however, as the whispers of Ascended and Overseer ripple through the crowd. The General pulls back, trying to create more distance between them, and busys herself in finding a nearby grave, trying to keep an eye on Isla and her companion. Do you have a shift? Can you fly? she asks urgently, aware that if they can’t get themselves out, she may have to. The alarm bells clang obnoxiously - too close, too close, - as she risks a glance to the sky, hoping the skies remain clear and that the Remedy's recently bitten someone.

WESSEX

Isla take your medicine Startled, because things have gone suspiciously well up until this point, Isla realises belatedly that their time is very much up. Swearing under her breath (and with the Prince taking a position protectively in front of her), the Wraith's voice rings out clearly in her mind. Yes, she tells her quickly, yes, I have something from Sunjata. I will meet you at home. Hopefully. Already shifting, it's into the graceful form of a pegasus that Isla takes to the sky with the Prince on her back. Perhaps it's an old hangup from being a unicorn that makes her choose it over a dragon, or perhaps it's the fact that a dragon over Stormbreak might appear threatening; either way, it's in this shape that Isla tries to make her escape. OOP, Isla out!

Arrows and blasts from various weapons streak behind Isla as she makes her escape. Dragon-companions trail her until she is out of Stormbreak.

As the dragoons near, Wessex will have to be quick in order to evade them as neatly as Isla has.

What a lovely bit of Stormbreak you've encountered. Look at all the things around you that aren't relics.

I write sins, not tragedies

Something loosens a bit in Wessex when Isla confirms that she and the Prince can fly away; the Ascended need the Remedy just as much as they need the Wraith, and not needing to fight their way out is a small boon - even if their cover is blown. And just for a moment, the Wraith considers staying. Her disguise is full-bodied, she can pass at first glance as an Attuned. But as her gaze sweeps across the tombstones and the frightened faces, and as the rhythmic beat of the marching Dragoons draws ever closer, she thinks better of it. Besides, nothing sticks out as very relic-y.

Best to not give all her tricks away.

Doing her best to quickly mosey behind a taller tombstone, Wessex pretends to be ‘absorbed in grief’ and bends over random grave before disappearing into the night, teleporting straight back to the Grounds.

{Fin...?}

WESSEX