REXANNA
A wry smile crosses her face as Hotaru croons to her, and she sends a beaming grin back, a small chuckle of laughter before it fades away for the seriousness, the similarities that dance between then and now, yet so different all the same. And she meets the familiar dual toned eyes as the silence seems to stretch, memories combined and shifting, likely recalling different things. The tension of their friendship, their closeness, with Rikyn nearby to try and recruit them back to the Basin, back to home. But it had stopped being home when Deimos had died. The mountains were the same, but the people were different. And she couldn’t, wouldn’t adapt.
But her sister’s eyes soften, and she smiles and had Rexanna been holding onto a breath, it likely would have released in relief there, the words that part from her face. “We all live nearby one another, Deimos a few houses down from me.” She explains, as if it’s any consolation. “Off in the distance though, you know how he is.” She adds as a bit of a joke, wrinkling her nose slightly as a laugh slips from her throat.
It only grows bigger at the raised brow and playfulness displayed in the Valkyrie’s eyes, and the Penumbra smirks slightly in response – recalling the woes and tales, mostly of a certain King to the West, and she stifles her snicker at the thought. Soon enough, Hotaru is in her space again, hand in hand, where she belongs – where they both have belonged. And she begins to guide Hotaru home, the Valkyrie, her sister, her Queen, once upon a time.
“I arrived a year ago, the same time Deimos did.” She begins to explain, gaze drifting ahead to the path they weave between the crumbling bits of the Spire and debris left behind from the attack. “I arrived what the Natural’s here call Abandoned. With magic, like you have.” She says, angling her head toward her friend with a small smile. “Then there are Accepted, which are here without any special gifts, other than the love of the gods from what I hear. Attuned is another, they can shift into different creatures.” She pauses, contemplating, before her hand squeezes lightly on Hotaru’s. “Then there are the Ascended, mechanical by nature and possess certain strengths and weaknesses.” She tilts her head as she regards her friend. “I am both Abandoned and Ascended. It’s how I got these bad boys.” She winks to her friend, opening her mouth and running a tongue along her fangs.
But her sister’s eyes soften, and she smiles and had Rexanna been holding onto a breath, it likely would have released in relief there, the words that part from her face. “We all live nearby one another, Deimos a few houses down from me.” She explains, as if it’s any consolation. “Off in the distance though, you know how he is.” She adds as a bit of a joke, wrinkling her nose slightly as a laugh slips from her throat.
It only grows bigger at the raised brow and playfulness displayed in the Valkyrie’s eyes, and the Penumbra smirks slightly in response – recalling the woes and tales, mostly of a certain King to the West, and she stifles her snicker at the thought. Soon enough, Hotaru is in her space again, hand in hand, where she belongs – where they both have belonged. And she begins to guide Hotaru home, the Valkyrie, her sister, her Queen, once upon a time.
“I arrived a year ago, the same time Deimos did.” She begins to explain, gaze drifting ahead to the path they weave between the crumbling bits of the Spire and debris left behind from the attack. “I arrived what the Natural’s here call Abandoned. With magic, like you have.” She says, angling her head toward her friend with a small smile. “Then there are Accepted, which are here without any special gifts, other than the love of the gods from what I hear. Attuned is another, they can shift into different creatures.” She pauses, contemplating, before her hand squeezes lightly on Hotaru’s. “Then there are the Ascended, mechanical by nature and possess certain strengths and weaknesses.” She tilts her head as she regards her friend. “I am both Abandoned and Ascended. It’s how I got these bad boys.” She winks to her friend, opening her mouth and running a tongue along her fangs.
until the lambs
have become
lions
