WESSEX
It’s the sudden, bright burst that catches her attention, otherwise Wessex might have continued on through the half-open door. Instead, she pauses and peers more intently at the wreath, eyes narrowing to discern just exactly what kind of plant it might be. Unable to recall anything like this in the Grounds, Wessex is curious - nay, borderline fascinated - and waits for it to emit another burst of light again.
Here the demigod can be found, seemingly deep in contemplation (hand on chin and everything), with a small sack of Ursur tusks casually thrown on her back. For trading, obviously. Or something like that - with the shopkeeper here or perhaps elsewhere, should Ray not be someone who can help. But if anyone had been watching the demigod approach, they would have seen her triple check the description of the place before getting distracted by the Venus Wreath.
Here the demigod can be found, seemingly deep in contemplation (hand on chin and everything), with a small sack of Ursur tusks casually thrown on her back. For trading, obviously. Or something like that - with the shopkeeper here or perhaps elsewhere, should Ray not be someone who can help. But if anyone had been watching the demigod approach, they would have seen her triple check the description of the place before getting distracted by the Venus Wreath.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
