[Training] it's only been a lifetime

Only Wessex, the singular entity, always alone beneath the vast expanse of uninterrupted sky. Always alone, even when surrounded by people. Poor, poor demigod, as her eyes trick her and she finds herself sucked up into the darkness. But again, the ivory-drenched figure (is it paint? It has to be paint. Or a walking statue?) pulls her back, and she turns her head, brow furrowing. The Wraith stares, until it finally dawns on her that it’s just Maea. And that thought makes her smile, ever so slightly. What would Maea like? The question baffles her. But you know what everyone likes? Fireworks. Summoning a kitsune, she asks for fake fireworks in the sky - the point where there are colorful bursts thirty feet above her head and the burning trails fall delicately, harmlessly, around her. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm