REXANNA
“Both sides of what?” Rexanna’s head cocks slightly as she listens, a tale of which she hasn’t heard but it doesn’t surprise her as much as it likely would have once. “Jigano, I was blessed by Frey, abandoned or not.” She acknowledges – granted, the gifts were gone, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t still care about the gods of this land, nor her goddess. At least if she went to go and speak to the Voice, the Voice usually came. Less could be said about her previous status.
But she gives a quiet smirk toward her pale haired friend. “Though throughout it, I think that makes me enemy number one by the old god’s standards. I’ll take up poor Remi’s old mantel.” She attempts to jest, but the joke would likely fall flat. She wasn’t scared, for once. Before when she had met Frey, they had terrified her, and she had flopped in front of the god like a fish out of water. She didn’t plan to take them on, but to have both her own abilities and the Ascendeds, how could Jigano think that wasn’t something useful? “The Voice didn’t know if it would be possible, but she tried. And my magic fought and writhed within me the entirety of my ascension, and yet it remained. She’s never tried it before as far as I’m aware, I am the first of it all.” She says, and as if it helped to prove the point, she opens her hand near the lantern, to flicker the flame and make it grow big and shrink before her eyes flit toward Jigano.
He seems… Less enthusiastic about it than she had hoped, the only person truly excited about her Ascension aside from Bastien was Deimos, and thank the gods for them. She knows she hasn’t made a mistake, but it’s hard when everyone believes it is. And in terms of battles? There’s always a war to be raged, to be won. At first it was the Spire Demon, then the Spire, then the Barrier, then Zariah. And now? What would come next? Rexanna wanted to be prepared.
He questions if Bastien’s prepared to fight, and she looks back from the lantern to him with a smile. “Bastien would do anything for me.”
But she gives a quiet smirk toward her pale haired friend. “Though throughout it, I think that makes me enemy number one by the old god’s standards. I’ll take up poor Remi’s old mantel.” She attempts to jest, but the joke would likely fall flat. She wasn’t scared, for once. Before when she had met Frey, they had terrified her, and she had flopped in front of the god like a fish out of water. She didn’t plan to take them on, but to have both her own abilities and the Ascendeds, how could Jigano think that wasn’t something useful? “The Voice didn’t know if it would be possible, but she tried. And my magic fought and writhed within me the entirety of my ascension, and yet it remained. She’s never tried it before as far as I’m aware, I am the first of it all.” She says, and as if it helped to prove the point, she opens her hand near the lantern, to flicker the flame and make it grow big and shrink before her eyes flit toward Jigano.
He seems… Less enthusiastic about it than she had hoped, the only person truly excited about her Ascension aside from Bastien was Deimos, and thank the gods for them. She knows she hasn’t made a mistake, but it’s hard when everyone believes it is. And in terms of battles? There’s always a war to be raged, to be won. At first it was the Spire Demon, then the Spire, then the Barrier, then Zariah. And now? What would come next? Rexanna wanted to be prepared.
He questions if Bastien’s prepared to fight, and she looks back from the lantern to him with a smile. “Bastien would do anything for me.”
A Light That Never Goes Out.
