you'll never miss me

Yes, their incident was actually amusing. Wessex chuckles too. “Perhaps. Maybe not me, though. Someone who’s better at nice and unobnoxious words” Because if they’re being honest, they both know Wraith is wretched at diplomacy and compliments. ‘You’re doing well’ might as well be a gold star, with words of encouragement few and far between. It’s the lack of criticism one has to look for, not the presence of praise. She can read a room, she just can’t easily adjust to certain situations. Need a stone-faced, fake-drunk to eavesdrop place at a bar? Wessex is your person. Need to sweet-talk the bartender? There are probably better options. Eyeing the Guildmistress as she runs out of information to deliver, Wessex tilts her head to one side fingers coming up to her chin in a thoughtful expression. “So what do you think the guild will do in Halo?” What are her plans, now that she knows a little more about the beasties that roam its white, wild corridors, nooks, and crannies? WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm