WESSEX
the wraith
Whether the man meant to or not, he told Wessex enough about himself for the Natural to make some educated guesses about the stranger. She offers him a fanged half-smile in commiseration; rough days seem to be the norm now rather than the exception. “Halo is a do-or-die kind of place. They’re very set in their ways. You an Outlander?” It isn’t a question, it’s a statement. Non-judgemental, but one nonetheless. Between the cold (or so she can imagine), the suspicion of the Naturals, the difficulty of life itself, and the utterly pragmatic, no-nonsense nature of its citizens, she isn’t surprised that someone might have a learning curve. The woman shifts more to face him, signaling that she’s open to more of a conversation, but doesn’t yet accept his offer to join him. There might be a better place to talk, if he’s game.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
