One step forward

Led to the edge of a large, wide pit, Wessex looks down, into the darkness. She can see the entrances, but not what they lead to. The runes shimmer and she can make out - no, this isn’t the time for that, not yet. Later, perhaps, when this Delah appears and she needs to whip something out of her ass to save her own skin. Resolved to make the best of it, Wessex turns and offers the horde behind her a little bow and a cheeky smile. “Until we meet again, then,” before jumping into the pit without so much as a prod from the Fae. Time to wait. Which might actually be the hardest part of this trial, for Wessex is patient only when there’s a reward worth waiting for. Inconsistency and the unknown have the very real potential to drive her up the proverbial smooth walls. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm