REXANNA
She doesn’t end up leaving her home until the last few rays of the sun dip below the horizon. She could’ve waited a bit longer, until the sun had fully vanished for the moon to take its place, but she loves the sun far too much to dwell hidden away. She tempts her fate, in a safe way of course, as she slips from her door to walk. It’s cold out, a brisk Leafchange evening, yet she wears nothing that shows it. The cold doesn’t affect her as much, feeling more like a cooling blanket just a fraction past room temperature rather than the brisk, teeth chattering cold. She doesn’t particularly know where she’s going either, she just aims to simply wander and see where her legs take her.
There’s a small part of her that appreciates the freedom of it, after having it nearly taken away.
And so she wanders, until she spots the Temple in the distance. Her feet begin to take her there on their own accord — the Atheneum being where she became what she is, and the same place she had met an Ascended. The irony within it was great. Yet, Rexanna doesn’t step foot into the room, instead she remains at the Temple center, walking beside the pews and pressing her less feeling fingers against the wood, noticing the dust that clings to her pale fingers.
There’s a small part of her that appreciates the freedom of it, after having it nearly taken away.
And so she wanders, until she spots the Temple in the distance. Her feet begin to take her there on their own accord — the Atheneum being where she became what she is, and the same place she had met an Ascended. The irony within it was great. Yet, Rexanna doesn’t step foot into the room, instead she remains at the Temple center, walking beside the pews and pressing her less feeling fingers against the wood, noticing the dust that clings to her pale fingers.
A Light That Never Goes Out.
