silver is your groan. her laugh. twin voices, twin vices
two sets of arrows
The shrine remains lifeless, and for a moment Rexanna considers tapping on it. Certainly, something should happen… Right? She glances for a moment toward Deimos with a light shrug, before a feeling cascades over her – and despite the wary travel they had done, she feels incredibly refreshed and vibrant again. So instead of saying anything to Deimos immediately, she turns back to the Shrine, a dip of her head in a small curtsy of sorts (you can take the lady out of royalty, but you can’t take the royalty out of the lady) as she murmurs a quiet thank you to the Voice.
And then she turns to Deimos with a light frown and a shrug. “She is not coming.” She informs him lightly, reaching out to brush his shoulder gently with an encouraging smile. “She’s heard us though.” She adds, a bright fanged smile crossing her face, as though the brightness has returned to her eyes that the Sword might be able to notice. She’s been refreshed, the goddess having been here and yet… Not. And while it’s not the answers she seeks, she knows it’s at least something… That they’ve been heard.
“We can try again some other time.”
And then she turns to Deimos with a light frown and a shrug. “She is not coming.” She informs him lightly, reaching out to brush his shoulder gently with an encouraging smile. “She’s heard us though.” She adds, a bright fanged smile crossing her face, as though the brightness has returned to her eyes that the Sword might be able to notice. She’s been refreshed, the goddess having been here and yet… Not. And while it’s not the answers she seeks, she knows it’s at least something… That they’ve been heard.
“We can try again some other time.”
all pointing home
REXANNA
