Of Stranger Things

Bright One. The words send a thrill through her, and in a moment, she at least has the good sense to look down in genuine humility at the Lady’s teasing. Wessex may be all bravado and ego, but she knows exactly who she has to thank for everything, and quite frankly, sometimes she needs reminding. It is good for her to be gently - or even harshly chastised - sometimes. “Your generosity and power kept me safe, of course. Though I like to think my audacity made it more… interesting.” One of the corners of her mouth quirks up a bit. She wonders how much the Voice can see in Caido - does it see all, and have limited capabilities outside the walls of the Shrine? Did she watch as the darkness came for her, screeched and howled and destroyed? Did she hear the question and anticipate the warrior’s coming? Wessex takes the corporeal hand and kisses the wrist ever so gently, in both thanks and delicate worship. Looking up at the Voice’s projected face, she watches it as she sinks her teeth into the offering. Energy, pure, wonderful, energy seems to zing through her body and her eyes close in relief she didn’t know she needed. The Ascended drinks until she feels as she did at her resurrection, and then pulls herself away. Her tongue flicks over her teeth and she wipes whatever shining fluid may have remained, away. “Thank you, Lady.” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here