Maybe it’s her Ascended ears that register the call, or maybe it’s the recognition of something else that’s undeniably lonely, but Wessex tries to resist the call for a bit. In the end it’s no use and she dons her cloak (Clem’s heart brooch now moved to it), slowly making her way down the beach and in to unfamiliar territory. There’s already quite the crowd - most of whom she knows. Huh. Guess Torchline was a lot more popular than she thought. Sidling up next to Weaver, Wessex offers a silent half-wave in greeting before narrowing her eyes at the thrashing in the pool. Huh. What the fuck is that?
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
