I write sins, not tragedies
Wessex does indeed follow the Overseer and her Prince, moseying along like she’d offered, hoping that no one has been watching the pair from Temple to Needle and back again.
It might be what keeps her in the game, however, as the whispers of Ascended and Overseer ripple through the crowd. The General pulls back, trying to create more distance between them, and busys herself in finding a nearby grave, trying to keep an eye on Isla and her companion. Do you have a shift? Can you fly? she asks urgently, aware that if they can’t get themselves out, she may have to. The alarm bells clang obnoxiously - too close, too close, - as she risks a glance to the sky, hoping the skies remain clear and that the Remedy's recently bitten someone.
It might be what keeps her in the game, however, as the whispers of Ascended and Overseer ripple through the crowd. The General pulls back, trying to create more distance between them, and busys herself in finding a nearby grave, trying to keep an eye on Isla and her companion. Do you have a shift? Can you fly? she asks urgently, aware that if they can’t get themselves out, she may have to. The alarm bells clang obnoxiously - too close, too close, - as she risks a glance to the sky, hoping the skies remain clear and that the Remedy's recently bitten someone.
WESSEX
