REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Her eyes lingered on Remi when he spoke of the Voice and the old gods and she simply added them to the never ending list of things to learn about this place. Perhaps Maea or Amalia could help her with that too; the last thing she wanted to do was burden Remi with question after question. But her eyes softened as he paused over Ronin’s name, a hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder and squeeze gently. “I suppose it seems the gods here want out too?” She questioned softly. If they hadn’t wanted the barrier down, why would they have gifted objects that had the power to do so? Something in her settled at that, at the possibility that the Old Gods had done this and the people of the Hallowed Grounds had to suffer for centuries over it. As realization settled over Remi at Bastien being alive, and he continued to speak about the power of the Voice, she nodded with interest and perhaps a bit of question. If she was powerful enough to only contain, then did she really need to worry enough for Bastien and the other Ascended’s safety? The way that Rory and Wessex had been together was enough to make Rexanna realize that perhaps they wouldn’t destroy the Voice. The Naturals at least. She couldn’t say anything about the Old Gods. But her question was aimed at Remi and he offered a somewhat joking answer that had the corner of her lip turning up slightly. He mentioned Ludo’s mask and Rexanna got a sort of strange feeling similar to fish in a tank. She inhaled deeply but nodded, following his gaze around the Guildhall.
She didn’t know a lot about Ronin, but she imagined he’d fully support Remi in exploring what’s beyond. And she was certain that if he was still here, he would have come with. But life had changed, and Rexanna squeezed his shoulder gently again and offered a small smile to him. “What did it look like out there? Were there huge trees and life surrounding the barrier?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “It’s interesting to me that they could see in and we can’t see out. Makes me feel like a fish in a glass box.” She attempted to joke, going as far as the slight shudder that washed over her body.
