[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

WESSEX

Not today, weird fire spirit Lady. NOT. TODAY.

She is thrown together with Amalia and Maea and though she could care less about the latter, her own skin and that of the banker's are precious to her. Wessex snarls, her face contorting in the vicious light of the flames, reminiscent of that night when she stood behind the bonfire of the Festival of Light and fell in with Rory. Then, she was filled with disgust and hatred, with a need to do something about the Outlanders - now, the power of one of them sparks to life in her hands and she is begrudgingly grateful for their presence. Well. Some of them.

The fire feels malleable. Hers to control. The Ascended holds her hands up and tries to stop them from closing in on the trio, and then indicates that a break should be made in the ring, big enough for them to safely walk through in a single file. “Go. I'm right behind you.”

If they all make it safely through, Wessex will try and call the woman's flames back to her, so that they disappear into little flame that dances on the palm of other hand. Impressive enough for you, bitch?

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all