Wessex
some turn to dust or to gold, but you will remember me
That settles it, then.With a pulse of agreement, kitsune!Wessex starts forward, eyes bright and alert, and her nose doing a heckuva job analyzing everything her dulled Ascended senses couldn’t. The salty tang of the sea is even stronger here, along with the crisp coolness of the winter that Does Not Belong. She deviates a little bit from the shore, darting up to what looks like some thick, loopy roots to investigate them more closely. All her tails float behind her, ceating the illusion of a black fan on her butt, with its edge dipped in white. I’d heard the rumors of a lingering Deepfrost, she offers as an explanation - which is true. Just wanted to see it for myself. And what brought you to the surface after all this time?
