WESSEX
the wraith
It’s true, she doesn’t mind getting dirty - blood, earth, fluid - it’s all the same these days. It all washes off. When Darkeye mentions that she’s already stumbled upon something called grinding stones, the demigod slowly turns in a circle, looking for the aforementioned rocks. “Oh, these? Cool, I didn’t know they had a specific name.” In fact, she’s learning a lot about forge-making and forging in general, and it’s all pretty interesting. If only they weren’t so vulnerable to fire, she might have tried to take a few lessons from the former cleric.
Picking up the various grinding stones, she places them where indicated and assists in any final ways before very awkwardly joining the other three for tea (because Wessex there's no way that Wessex wouldn't be slightly awkward at even an informal tea party).
{Fin}
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
