W E S S E X
After the circus that was Gideon’s little exhibition in Haulani, Wessex observes the fallout for a little bit before scampering away - paws in the dust, a shadow under carts and around barrels, flashing atop boxes, until she makes her way down to the docks again. In a particularly hidden corner, she shifts back to herself. And then she’s striding confidently out into the sunshine, boots thunking against the wet docks with purpose.
Someone points her in the right direction and the Wraith finds herself in front of a ship with… a bare chested woman on it. Huh. Grinning, her brows raise as she openly admires the the figurehead. Wessex can appreciate a good set of tits as much as another person. Unfortunately, she realizes at the moment that she’s lost the thank-you gift she’d originally brought Aurelia. Staring uselessly at her hands, Wessex then quickly looks around, wondering if there’s anything suitable to try and replace it with.
Someone points her in the right direction and the Wraith finds herself in front of a ship with… a bare chested woman on it. Huh. Grinning, her brows raise as she openly admires the the figurehead. Wessex can appreciate a good set of tits as much as another person. Unfortunately, she realizes at the moment that she’s lost the thank-you gift she’d originally brought Aurelia. Staring uselessly at her hands, Wessex then quickly looks around, wondering if there’s anything suitable to try and replace it with.
The Wraith
