REXANNA
Her tale was shorter than it truly was, and it made it easier to reiterate it. Not many needed to know the gritty details, of her trip and what Ascending truly was like, what things she’s abdicated, how she changed in it. But it’s noticed in the way she’s almost inhumanly still, the way she speaks with an edge to her voice that’s a combination of happiness and calculation. Perhaps Wessex has rubbed off on her.
She watches as he nods in agreement to her, solemn as it was. It had always been her goal, ever since the King of Halyven had dubbed her his successor – had crowned her a false heir in the eyes of Asciend. As he speaks, he mentions the fact of not having children and she shrugs her shoulders gently. “Partially.” She replies, a bit offhandedly. “Her magic, it’s… So strong in comparison to anything I had.” She offers before he apologizes and speaks of the Voice, a tidbit of information she’s intrigued by, and yet the Voice had done nothing but be kind to her – had nothing but done what she’d asked, had helped her see even when others had not.
Her head tilts, and she gives him another small fanged smile in response. “Don’t you think it’s important to have someone on both sides?” She asks a bit conspirator-like, head tilting a bit more predatory than she had been previously. “I have both worlds now, and as far as I know I am the only one. The magic within me is mine, the ascended abilities are now mine too.” She contemplates, sitting back in her pew to glance at Jigano with a raised brow.
It doesn’t take her long to answer his next question. “I’m here to fight, Jigano.” She admits. “Whatever else is there? There’s always a battle.” And for Rexanna, there was nothing else. To fight, grow, adapt, improvise. She had made a permanent improvision, but one that she believed to her core that it would be fruitful.
She watches as he nods in agreement to her, solemn as it was. It had always been her goal, ever since the King of Halyven had dubbed her his successor – had crowned her a false heir in the eyes of Asciend. As he speaks, he mentions the fact of not having children and she shrugs her shoulders gently. “Partially.” She replies, a bit offhandedly. “Her magic, it’s… So strong in comparison to anything I had.” She offers before he apologizes and speaks of the Voice, a tidbit of information she’s intrigued by, and yet the Voice had done nothing but be kind to her – had nothing but done what she’d asked, had helped her see even when others had not.
Her head tilts, and she gives him another small fanged smile in response. “Don’t you think it’s important to have someone on both sides?” She asks a bit conspirator-like, head tilting a bit more predatory than she had been previously. “I have both worlds now, and as far as I know I am the only one. The magic within me is mine, the ascended abilities are now mine too.” She contemplates, sitting back in her pew to glance at Jigano with a raised brow.
It doesn’t take her long to answer his next question. “I’m here to fight, Jigano.” She admits. “Whatever else is there? There’s always a battle.” And for Rexanna, there was nothing else. To fight, grow, adapt, improvise. She had made a permanent improvision, but one that she believed to her core that it would be fruitful.
A Light That Never Goes Out.
