REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
Thoughts of home and chilled mountaintops with pillars and wolf packs of protection seep from her mind as she regards Deimos, quietly, calculating. It reminds her of the days in the tent, planning and scheming, information lain and given, a plan of attack before she heads out to retrieve and give, to fight for the juice of her homeland. And once upon a time, she did. Here? She has yet to do much, compared to the Fallen Star and the Shield of Safrin.
But she’s still here, different and new yet still the same. And she’s ready to help in any way she can.
Her gaze flits along his face as she listens, milling it over. “So there might be portals to other hidden places we don't know about yet?” She asks with a tilt to her head, a contemplation as she tries to figure out what else might be out there. Here, a barren wasteland trapped within a bubble, to the north a vast woodland. Were there deserts? Oceans? Mountains? Volcanos? The options were limitless, and she finds she can do nothing else at the present time than to show him what the Ascended are made of.
She doesn’t know if anyone else has shown, been asked. It suddenly feels a very us versus them and she hadn't even considered the difference.
She nods to the Reaper as he replies, as her hand begins to heal and shift, as her body changes ever so slightly to make up the difference. She doesn’t know what it is that makes it work so fast, but it’s welcoming. “There is no pain, either.” She offers easily before a thought strikes her and she downs the rest of the drink. Her gaze sliding up to him with an old determined look that she knows he’ll recall. “If there’s a way I can help, I’m not far away.” She says with a small fanged smile.
“Even if you just need to experiment. I will do what I can.” She says, a fire within her cold heart. A child now or two worlds, of fire and magic and light, met by ice, strength, and darkness.
But she’s still here, different and new yet still the same. And she’s ready to help in any way she can.
Her gaze flits along his face as she listens, milling it over. “So there might be portals to other hidden places we don't know about yet?” She asks with a tilt to her head, a contemplation as she tries to figure out what else might be out there. Here, a barren wasteland trapped within a bubble, to the north a vast woodland. Were there deserts? Oceans? Mountains? Volcanos? The options were limitless, and she finds she can do nothing else at the present time than to show him what the Ascended are made of.
She doesn’t know if anyone else has shown, been asked. It suddenly feels a very us versus them and she hadn't even considered the difference.
She nods to the Reaper as he replies, as her hand begins to heal and shift, as her body changes ever so slightly to make up the difference. She doesn’t know what it is that makes it work so fast, but it’s welcoming. “There is no pain, either.” She offers easily before a thought strikes her and she downs the rest of the drink. Her gaze sliding up to him with an old determined look that she knows he’ll recall. “If there’s a way I can help, I’m not far away.” She says with a small fanged smile.
“Even if you just need to experiment. I will do what I can.” She says, a fire within her cold heart. A child now or two worlds, of fire and magic and light, met by ice, strength, and darkness.
and a wound in the other
