REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Once again she’s drawn near the Spire — if for no other reason than to see the night sky, the way the moon drifts over the open starry night beyond. She’s quiet on her feet, nearly silent aside from the crunch of snow. But there’s no plumes of breath that cloud before her. She doesn’t need to breathe. And so it makes it easier to continue on, to explore and visit, and enjoy despite the uncertainty that surrounds everything else — those with the blight, the blight itself. She’s come to see if the roses have been crushed beneath blighted hands, too, to check and do her due diligence.But then she hears a boyish shriek in the night — and gods does he sound young. And her feet move her of their own volition, racing toward the sound like a leopard to her cub. While the Penumbra can’t have children, she still adores them, still fits into that motherly part of herself. And she can’t just leave a boy out in the cold to freeze to death.
When she finally spots him, she slides a bit in the snow as she comes to a stop. “Hey! Hey, it’s okay.” Her hands are held up, keeping herself as little of a threat as possible. “You’re in Caido.” She answers him softly, gently, sweetly… Until her brows furrow and she gets a good look at the boy. “Are you cold?”
