I know, I fought you in the dark
Wessex audily snort-laughs when she sees the sign. Liat Fux. Someone’s still got a sense of humor around here, and fuckin’ good for them. Her contribution, wrapped in waxed paper and yet still dripping some meat juices, seems wholly edible and grand in light of what sits on the table, which… she finds herself wrinkling her nose at. Even for someone who doesn’t need to eat, she can still appreciate a good spread. Using a bit of her Anyone magic, Wessex changes her hair and eye color to something a little less her - brunette and brown, a little more aged - and tries to blend into the crowd. All around her are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces… maybe the ever looming war is starting to get to everyone, not just her. While she passes many of the stalls by, the Wraith pauses at the sapling and seed stall, taking the time to look for something that might end up being pretty. Perhaps something to grow amongst the ruins, flowering, disguising the effects that time and disarray have wreaked on the Grounds.
the wraith
WESSEX
