[seasonal event] atlas hands

Rexanna really had no need for all the food and things she was collecting – having decided to spend Longnight at the Rathskeller. But it couldn’t hurt to bring the extra food – she knew they could probably use it and she wasn’t some kind of dragon to hoard her collection. At least not yet. She was a generous person, and always had been. Growing up a servant for the majority of her life had helped immensely in her generosity. When everyone had little, the best thing one could do was share. And it came back around, when others did better, they’d share too. With her bow in hand and following the small tracks toward the prey she had been hunting, she suddenly heard something almost loud behind her. Faltering in her steps slightly, she paused – wondering if she’d look or if she’d fall prey to some weird event that might occur out here. But suddenly, “Psst” was heard, and it was distinctly familiar in a strange way. Turning to look, she spotted a lion and her brows raised high as she lowered her bow to point to the ground. It had a look about it, a smirk, that had one cascading on her own and she realized she likely wasn’t in danger. “Oh! Meow.” She purred to Remi quietly, with a joking grin. She wasn’t sure entirely who it was, but someone she’d probably met before. Then, gesturing with a hand, she allowed him to move forward ahead of her – figuring that his nose was probably better than her tracking skills and willing to allow him to lead. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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