It had been ages, she thought, since she’d seen @Phoebe. Long before Longnight, when they had gathered food and talked with one another when it had begun to snow. When Phoebe has enlightened her to the name behind the god that had cursed her, and how she hadn’t figured out how to be cured yet. But it was a new year, life after the darkness of Longnight. And Rexanna felt lucky that the worst she had dealt with was a small panic attack. Luckily for her, Bastien had helped with that, and somehow with their conversation after, Frey had blessed her by curing her speech. Not too many people knew of it, some thinking she was an overly flirtatious sort like Edrei, but now that she could speak correctly she wanted to see the look on their faces when she arrived and could actually speak without a honey toned lull.
So she had left the conversation with Remi behind, from a previous day, to focus on someone else. Phoebe. She left her own house, further down the street from the settlement, dressed in a fine fitting blouse of sorts and tight pants, with furs around her neck to act as a scarf. She hadn’t planned on the rain that came pouring down outside, and she was halfway out running her errands when the rain began to fall hard. She cursed herself for not bringing a hood of sorts, but continued on her way to Phoebe’s clinic. It was only upon reaching the door that she noticed the rain drops slid off of her skin. Her clothing was wet and likely soaked, but as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window, she noticed that her hair and face were seemingly dry. A small surprise to her, and she seemed quite put together in that moment despite the slight drip to her clothes.
She knocked on the door, sucking in a breath and hoping that Phoebe was home. “[say]Phoebe? It’s me, Rexanna. I was hoping we could chat![/say]” She called through the door. Her voice carrying that familiar lilt. She didn’t want to give away her surprise too soon. She refrained from opening the door, however. She knew it was a midwife clinic, but there was something about it that Rexanna didn’t feel comfortable enough to barge into. She figured this was the best shot, and she tucked a bottle of tea and a small bundle of cookies further under her coat while she waited.
So she had left the conversation with Remi behind, from a previous day, to focus on someone else. Phoebe. She left her own house, further down the street from the settlement, dressed in a fine fitting blouse of sorts and tight pants, with furs around her neck to act as a scarf. She hadn’t planned on the rain that came pouring down outside, and she was halfway out running her errands when the rain began to fall hard. She cursed herself for not bringing a hood of sorts, but continued on her way to Phoebe’s clinic. It was only upon reaching the door that she noticed the rain drops slid off of her skin. Her clothing was wet and likely soaked, but as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a window, she noticed that her hair and face were seemingly dry. A small surprise to her, and she seemed quite put together in that moment despite the slight drip to her clothes.
She knocked on the door, sucking in a breath and hoping that Phoebe was home. “[say]Phoebe? It’s me, Rexanna. I was hoping we could chat![/say]” She called through the door. Her voice carrying that familiar lilt. She didn’t want to give away her surprise too soon. She refrained from opening the door, however. She knew it was a midwife clinic, but there was something about it that Rexanna didn’t feel comfortable enough to barge into. She figured this was the best shot, and she tucked a bottle of tea and a small bundle of cookies further under her coat while she waited.
