[Seasonal Event] Charity Meat

Just why the girl is wandering around in the dark, Wessex will never know. For all her tenacity and good ol’ fashioned pluck, wood-smarts seem to have gone out the window. Of course there is something dangerous out there, this is Caido right before LongNight. Aside from that week, the days preceding it are arguably one of more dangerous times of the year, when the darkness seems to stretch and loom and throw shadows on all things that could shine a glimmer of hope into its inky crevasses. Melita is one of those hopeful sparks, something plump and shiny for the world to savor as it slowly rips her apart. That is, if Wessex doesn’t accidentally shoot her first. The Ascended woman cannot hear the words the girl whispers to her companion, but keen eyes pick up a flash of something that is not natural, that should not be out there, in the dark. Annoyingly aware of what happened last time she shot into the dark, Wessex has to make a quick decision on how to proceed. She could purposefully aim for someplace wide of the thing/person as a warning shot, or she could stand up and give herself away, saving the things life and simultaneously ruining her chances of hunting by the pond. Well. It doesn’t take long to decide, and rather than ruin everything, she decides to take aim: deliberately aiming for a tree trunk about seven feet from Melita and a good three feet above her crouched head. She hopes that it won’t go astray like last time. Some people just have to learn their lessons the hard way. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm