REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
The Penumbra gives the Wraith a light shrug of amusement. No, she hasn’t seen where Wessex lives. But for that matter, the Queen hasn’t seen where she lives either. It’s only fair. She turns to face Wessex when she begins to show what she might like, what kind of style she has, and she folds her legs up beneath her to cross them and watch as the woman paints a picture in her mind. And well, she’s no artist like Bastien is, but she can work with that.
She puts her hands together before her, a glow begins in between her hands while she listens and hangs onto the details. She creates a couple pieces of paper, and a piece of charcoal, something to take notes on. Sapphire eyes lift back up to Wessex with a small smirk as she flattens the paper by her leg and nods. “So… I have a few ideas.” She pauses briefly, giving a smile as she looks down to her sheet and picks up the charcoal to begin taking notes. “We can do some minimal things, calm colors… but in terms of decorating, is there anything family related you might want to include? Something from those I saw around you when Ludo picked your lantern?” She suggests, eyes flitting up to look at Wessex with a dark raised brow, uncertain how the Wraith might respond to such a gentle, heartbreaking time for her.
Rexanna didn’t have any blood relatives, but here? Here she could decorate with her newfound family. And she finds she would love to.
She puts her hands together before her, a glow begins in between her hands while she listens and hangs onto the details. She creates a couple pieces of paper, and a piece of charcoal, something to take notes on. Sapphire eyes lift back up to Wessex with a small smirk as she flattens the paper by her leg and nods. “So… I have a few ideas.” She pauses briefly, giving a smile as she looks down to her sheet and picks up the charcoal to begin taking notes. “We can do some minimal things, calm colors… but in terms of decorating, is there anything family related you might want to include? Something from those I saw around you when Ludo picked your lantern?” She suggests, eyes flitting up to look at Wessex with a dark raised brow, uncertain how the Wraith might respond to such a gentle, heartbreaking time for her.
Rexanna didn’t have any blood relatives, but here? Here she could decorate with her newfound family. And she finds she would love to.
and a wound in the other
