lightning glance [Seasonal Event]

She had heard the reverberating cracks and snaps through the woods, at first standing still uncertain of what the sound came from. But it didn’t get closer to her, instead the more she listened to it, the more she began to wonder if it was someone wielding an axe and chopping wood. She was curious, to see where the source was, and if nothing else to perhaps be able to trade with whomever it was for some of the wood. Rexanna wrapped herself in her bundles of furs and leathers, tightening the bag she had made around her shoulders as she trudged through the snow toward the sound. It didn’t take long to reach the person that had caused the sound, and she wasn’t afraid of what she found. Instead, as she looked upon Deimos’ back, a wide grin spread across her face. “Deimos!” She called out, her voice a thick seductive purr as she moved quicker through the snow and dropped her bag alongside it before making her presence more known. “Would you like some help with that wood?” She hummed to him, tilting her head and gesturing with her bundled up arm to the wood and not whatever else her mouth might have suggested. She wasn’t entirely sure how she could help, but she knew she wanted to. Perhaps Deimos would be kind enough to give her some of it for the Longnight preparations. Her sapphire eyes tilted up toward him with a curious glance. RexannA nothing ever ends poetically. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.

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