[se] how to keep myself from thinking

“Oh no, I agree, I’m just seeing what you think,” Wessex replies with a half-smile. Meanwhile, her shadow seems to have encountered some memory snow and is forcefully rolling it up into balls and lobbing it at a couple of unsuspecting workers. The snow doesn’t hit particularly hard and it doesn't break apart in impact, but it is unexpected; a man jerks upward and looks around, clearly a little angry. “Ey! Which one’a ye cunts threw snow at me?” His gaze passes over the two of them, because of course, they’re innocently involved in a conversation and the snow piles are growing, hiding the ground from view. Wessex’s shadow creeps towards her and places a snowball into her open hand, which she in turn hands to Delphine. “Go on, then. Live a little more.” Her eyes indicate the other workers, a sly, mischievous grin crossing her face. Have fun, the Wraith seems to say, even as her shadow brings one more ball of memory snow over - the perfect shape, if she does say so herself. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm