REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
She asks if there were dragons in the mountains, and Rexanna has to pause to contemplate it briefly before she frowns. “No.” She hums. “But people did have companions who were dragons, much like Ronin has here.” She informs her friend with a light nod, recalling the chilly dragon before her attention slips back to Wessex for a question she’s uncertain if she wants to know the answer of, but asks anyway.
Might as well get it out of the way while it’s there.
And the answer she begins to get, she so deeply understands. But she remains silent, letting the Ascended Queen speak. She follows the gaze to the pit below, the ruins around them, and she feels just how deeply it might have been for someone like Wessex. But she continues on, speaking of the remaining feeling, and her sapphire gaze slips back toward the blonde. If there’s one thing Rexanna understands, it’s survival. “Absolutely.” She agrees in response, a bit solemnly.
“And then you have so many of us falling from the sky and through portals, adding to the tension already there – where you didn’t have enough food to feed everyone on Longnight let alone so many more mouths to feed.” She contemplates, settling into the rock. But she mentions that they come off that way, and even though Wessex’s words are frank and honest, Rexanna can’t help the chime of laughter that slips from her lips.
“Oh, we absolutely do.” She recalls Rory calling her out at the attempt of breaching the Spire – of watching Ronin fall, of the near war that erupted from it. “Maybe it’s the political person in me, but I find it helpful to get outside ideas on things as well – though I agree, we took it quite a bit too far a few too many times.” She gives her friend a small smile in addition. “I hope I don’t make those mistakes, but I can’t make any promises.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug before she looks out over the cliff edge again. “But I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.”
Might as well get it out of the way while it’s there.
And the answer she begins to get, she so deeply understands. But she remains silent, letting the Ascended Queen speak. She follows the gaze to the pit below, the ruins around them, and she feels just how deeply it might have been for someone like Wessex. But she continues on, speaking of the remaining feeling, and her sapphire gaze slips back toward the blonde. If there’s one thing Rexanna understands, it’s survival. “Absolutely.” She agrees in response, a bit solemnly.
“And then you have so many of us falling from the sky and through portals, adding to the tension already there – where you didn’t have enough food to feed everyone on Longnight let alone so many more mouths to feed.” She contemplates, settling into the rock. But she mentions that they come off that way, and even though Wessex’s words are frank and honest, Rexanna can’t help the chime of laughter that slips from her lips.
“Oh, we absolutely do.” She recalls Rory calling her out at the attempt of breaching the Spire – of watching Ronin fall, of the near war that erupted from it. “Maybe it’s the political person in me, but I find it helpful to get outside ideas on things as well – though I agree, we took it quite a bit too far a few too many times.” She gives her friend a small smile in addition. “I hope I don’t make those mistakes, but I can’t make any promises.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug before she looks out over the cliff edge again. “But I’ll watch your back if you watch mine.”
and a wound in the other
