REXANNA
A small sigh passes through her nose in agreement to Jigano’s idea of what occurred, of how the Merciless gained her crown, but she doesn’t add more onto it. Instead, she leaves to grab the light to return to Jigano with that blasted smile. As it turns out, cats out of the bag, and she watches quietly while he sorts through his thoughts. It almost exhausts her to watch him become overwhelmed, and she aims to reach a hand out to set on his arm in a comforting notion. If he lets her, he’ll notice how she’s not quite as warm as she had been once. “I didn’t think it was possible either, actually.” She admits. “But Bastien went to the Voice to see, and she said she could try. And so we did.” Her explanation was far easier than how the events took place.
There’s a small amount of sadness that passes over her face, a glimmer for a moment and no longer as she regards her pale haired friend. “Nothing much has changed, though I had hoped to lose my magic for yet another reason Zariah might find me useless.” She says offhandedly. “But instead, I only lost those gifts granted to me from Frey. The glamour is gone and my brand is back. But I have no more allegiance to Halyven, my allegiance is here. So I find I’m not as afraid of the brand as I was once.” She says with a small amount of pride in her growth as a person. “Though throughout the process it felt like my magic was trying to escape, so that was unpleasant.” Her lips form a small half frown at the memory, though her voice makes it sound as though she’s talking about bad weather. Her gaze lifts to meet his again. “But, possible!”
There’s a small amount of sadness that passes over her face, a glimmer for a moment and no longer as she regards her pale haired friend. “Nothing much has changed, though I had hoped to lose my magic for yet another reason Zariah might find me useless.” She says offhandedly. “But instead, I only lost those gifts granted to me from Frey. The glamour is gone and my brand is back. But I have no more allegiance to Halyven, my allegiance is here. So I find I’m not as afraid of the brand as I was once.” She says with a small amount of pride in her growth as a person. “Though throughout the process it felt like my magic was trying to escape, so that was unpleasant.” Her lips form a small half frown at the memory, though her voice makes it sound as though she’s talking about bad weather. Her gaze lifts to meet his again. “But, possible!”
A Light That Never Goes Out.
