It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Wessex is glad Weaver doesn’t seem too disturbed. She wasn’t trying to scare or intimidate the other woman… not that a person who carries a scythe around can be easily intimidated. The Wraith offers a small, off-handed shrug at her assessment, thinking that for some it might indeed be the case - for others it’s just good ‘ol fashioned brainwashing and a bad case of moral superiority. She can understand being disliked for her violence, as some adhere strictly to not wanting to kill people. But the holier-than-thou zealots can fuck right off.
The Grounder is understandably oblivious to the meat thing. But also she has nothing else to pay Mavis with, so… her bad.
As the two of them walk away and Weaver asks what she is, Wessex can’t help but chuckle in amusement. It won’t be the first time someone will ask her that, which she enjoys. If she can build an enigma around herself, all the better. “I’m an Ascended demi-god. Born Accepted, chose to Ascend a couple of years ago. The demi-god part is only a recent development.” Accepting the directions to Weaver’s place, she continues to carry the stiff luxere away from the stall, taking a good look around to see if she wants to stop anywhere else. “Eh, I think I’m good right now. The parts I want to see aren’t the most hospitable.” Her eyes rise to the peaks of the Fangs, where they will soon build a shrine for her Lady, and then down to where the Sea of Glass is, where she will soon encounter The Eirachi.
Which is not to imply that Weaver isn't up for it - only that she knows there is a limit to what people can withstand and she won't ask the woman to do anything like that. “What’s your deal?” she asks with a bit of side-eye. It’s an open ended question, Weaver can answer as little or as much as she wants, but Wessex would like to know more about the woman than why she carries a wicked blade on her back.
The Grounder is understandably oblivious to the meat thing. But also she has nothing else to pay Mavis with, so… her bad.
As the two of them walk away and Weaver asks what she is, Wessex can’t help but chuckle in amusement. It won’t be the first time someone will ask her that, which she enjoys. If she can build an enigma around herself, all the better. “I’m an Ascended demi-god. Born Accepted, chose to Ascend a couple of years ago. The demi-god part is only a recent development.” Accepting the directions to Weaver’s place, she continues to carry the stiff luxere away from the stall, taking a good look around to see if she wants to stop anywhere else. “Eh, I think I’m good right now. The parts I want to see aren’t the most hospitable.” Her eyes rise to the peaks of the Fangs, where they will soon build a shrine for her Lady, and then down to where the Sea of Glass is, where she will soon encounter The Eirachi.
Which is not to imply that Weaver isn't up for it - only that she knows there is a limit to what people can withstand and she won't ask the woman to do anything like that. “What’s your deal?” she asks with a bit of side-eye. It’s an open ended question, Weaver can answer as little or as much as she wants, but Wessex would like to know more about the woman than why she carries a wicked blade on her back.
