Sera had once again donned her black cargo pants. They had the most pockets and the material was a bit tougher than regular jeans. Hedge thorns were a bitch against clothes. She paired them with a long-sleeved white fitted shirt, which had her Hedgespun jacket over it. Never enter the Hedge without protection. As well as her necklace, never know who she might need to charm.
Her dagger was tucked in her right pocket, hidden, but accessible. The bag was slung over her shoulder, stocked with a few useful things, or what she hoped would be useful.
On the drive over, she debated if her Mask was needed or not. They had planned to enter the Hedge anyways, so might be best to save her Glamour in case. But in the end, that voice in her head, the one that had swore an Oath to her, then broke it, told her ‘better safe then sorry darling’. Grumbling, knowing it was right, Anne might be dead, but there were other Annes in the world.
Long hair had been put into a ponytail, then into a bun, and there was no makeup. Makeup wasn’t needed in the Hedge.
Spotting Circe, a translucent had was held up and she hurried over. “Hey! Sorry I’m late.”
Hedgespun jacket(+1 INT, +1 DEF), Hedgespun Necklace(+1 singing), dagger, 2 bottles of water, gauze and medical tape, notebook with pencil, compact with mirror, gardening gloves(2), metal cookie tin(empty) Health 7
WP 3
Glamour 9/10