WESSEX
Many of her acquaintances come: Rory, Amalia, Deimos, Lucas, and others. She probably should have stepped up and offered at least one of them a hello, but she is flying solo tonight. And if that makes her rude, then so be it - the strange woman (even more native than herself? Or spirit?) can tack herself on to the end of the long list of people who already think her so. Wessex hmphs quietly to herself, unable to tell if she’s amused or not. So. Apparently they’ve all been called here for a reason, and her initial thoughts indicate a personal trait, she notes the lack of plurality in the lady’s syntax. The large group seems to be unevenly split, and so she wonders why they don’t hedge their bets and answer both ways? Endurance? Yes. Resolve? Sure. Alive? A cop-out of an answer, but yeah, they had to be alive to get their asses here. Something both snarky and falsely profound leaps to the tip of her tongue as she looks around, but before she can say it, Rory takes the words right out of her mouth. But when has something like that ever stopped her? She nods her head a bit, then decides to add on her own twist.. “Yeah, we’re shit at listening to each other, but apparently we could all hear you. Must be in tune with something larger than ourselves.
She shrugs a little. “But if you’re asking us about ourselves, I’d say it’s that I know myself and am unapologetic about who I am, for better or worse.
Wessex is full of contradictions. She is an enigma to some, a light for others. She has mood swings and a fucking huge ego, but she’s smart and cunning. She’s a survivor.
So that’s like, three answers in one. But no one ever said there were rules. And breaking them is sometimes what Wessex does very,very well.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
