[Mini Event] To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL]

Ever mindful of her mortality, Wessex is prepared. Perhaps overly so, as she stalks towards the group in a head-to-toe cloak (stolen, but she has a feeling its previous owner was a LongNight victim), all limbs tucked preciously inside its dark folds. Her face is shrouded in shadow, but it is possible to determine easily determine who is there. She feels like shit during the day (she should be sleeping for fucks sake, but nooooo, they had to do this fucking now) - and that makes her even more irritable than usual. Arriving as Rory explodes, Wessex would have gone to place a hand on his shoulder - but again, she’s being overly cautious. Her time is coming, and she won’t play the fool before then. Instead, she lines up beside Rory, Amalia, and Evie, and they become an four person club. All vastly different, but fuck, together they’d be a force to be reckoned with. Rather than engage, Wessex watches and listens, allowing her negative thoughts to rise to the surface until a little Outlander erupts into a literal several minute monologue about her feelings regarding the natives. And while the girl may not be able to see the withering gaze (hey, others can play the emotionless calm thing too, you know) honing in on her, the Natural’s voice is dripping with disdain and contempt. “You sound like an ignorant child who’s in love with the sound of her own voice.” She snorts. “How convenient of you to forget that without the altruistic Naturals, you would have been massacred during LongNight.” She pauses to let that sink in for a moment. Imagine the terror that would have run rampant through the settlement. Hiding without knowing what will keep you safe. Open the door a crack just to see if the coast is clear and then BAM! Dead. “You couldn’t possibly understand what those things have done to us for over three hundred years. That’s fifteen generations... And it’s not worth the effort to try and teach you,” she finishes dryly. Wessex turns to watch the small group as they meet the Demon - watches as it hits Roana. Ha! Serves her right. “Succeed or fail, they’ve made a choice and it sends a very particular message. Some of you only want our knowledge when it will save your asses. Then you’ll take the credit if something succeeds. Cooperation, which was so clearly agreed upon - is now obviously off the table.” It is black and white to her. And with that, she turns and looks straight at Edy and changes her tone on a dime. “Hey sexy. Want a second go later?” That part is purposefully ambiguous, of course.   WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here