Rise from Ruin

She can imagine the dance the two of them might engage in, if they were the kind to be engulfed in lust, the kind that felt as keenly as mortals do. But their body language transcends emotions, allows them to be more than intelligent machines - if they want to be. Wessex smiles as she listens to Archebold digest Caido’s name for the nightwalkers, quirking her lips up at the term ‘Bloodfiend.’ She’ll go back to that later. It makes sense, though she’s never personally dined on anyone else - there are stories of their kind that keep children up at night. “You weave words together well.” A small concession, but she witholds her answers for a moment. ”I have some questions first.” Rather than remain standing in front of him, she sits on a bare wooden ledge of the shattered window, feeling the night’s chilled air on her back. One leg dangles down, while the other curls up against her chest, elbow resting on her knee. “How did you come here? All of you - and how did you become an Ascendant?” She makes no move to answer his questions - but neither does she make any move to leave. All in good time. And time is the one thing they have plenty of. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm