WESSEX
the wraith
She’s making the rounds, doing the things, trying not to look like there’s a fucking stormcloud over her head and she thinks more than half the people in here are going to get them killed, or are overly cautious. It’s a fine line, right? Thirty-nine LongNights have made her senses about these things probably a little better than these Outlanders. And it’s nothing in particular that’s turned her on the warpath, it’s just, you know, a life and death week. If only they’d listen. If only, if only.
“What are you doing/” she asks Loren as she comes up behind him, silent feet on packed dirt. Her tone is more weary than sharp, more resigned than on the attack. With her arms crossed over her chest, the Queen is standing in the middle of the tunnel and watching him do something that will likely not work. The Monsters know they’re there, the back entrance isn’t guarded by the luxere, and eventually something bad will happen.
It’s only a matter of time.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
