REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“A wood carving would be great, actually.” She says with a light smile, jotting it down. Now that she has all the notes she needs, she can focus on other things. But her mind always continues to shift back toward the décor of the place, of what they can make of it. How she can help this queen, with far better results than the forced help of the last monarchy. And she’ll gladly do it.
But soon enough, the Wraith slips from the stone seat and jumps down, and Rexanna doesn’t plan on being left behind. Instead, she follows the Queen, hopping down easily, though the distance is a bit longer for her than it was for Wessex, but she doesn’t mind. Instead, she folds the paper and sticks it into a pocket before brushing the dust and dirt from the stone seat off her clothes. “I’ll come see you when I have things ready.” She says, giving Wessex a bright smile before she nears the queen and aims to touch the woman’s shoulder gently. “And thank you for welcoming me to this little family.”
But soon enough, the Wraith slips from the stone seat and jumps down, and Rexanna doesn’t plan on being left behind. Instead, she follows the Queen, hopping down easily, though the distance is a bit longer for her than it was for Wessex, but she doesn’t mind. Instead, she folds the paper and sticks it into a pocket before brushing the dust and dirt from the stone seat off her clothes. “I’ll come see you when I have things ready.” She says, giving Wessex a bright smile before she nears the queen and aims to touch the woman’s shoulder gently. “And thank you for welcoming me to this little family.”
and a wound in the other
