the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. She listened, breathing a sigh of relief as he confirmed that he was fine as well. Had he voiced his concerns, she would have told him it didn’t matter much to her had he flown off – if she had the same ability she would, but as far as she was aware, she had nothing of any notability to try and protect herself. She offered him a smile of encouragement, as if to say that they had both made it and it was fine, before she gave him his attention once again as he began to speak – having known of a similar shrine that had appeared. Her eyes lingered as he explained, and she nodded once again. “Noted.” She added quietly, thinking over what she might have to say in case it happened. After a few moments he turned to her and began to speak of seeing them before and she nodded, greedily, thankful for any kind of information. She nodded along as he offered the information easily – or perhaps as much as she thought she needed, she’d have no idea of anything else that might have occurred. But still, she remained silent, watching him curiously as he explained how the one god threatened him, and then the other one caused him to do these terrible things and she found a frown finding her face. The frown soon turned to bewilderment as she watched him move the twigs and debris from the shrine with the wave of an arm. “Perhaps we’ll find the benevolent one?” She questioned quietly, reaching out an arm in an attempt to comfortingly touch him and offer some kind of sympathy, the only kind a stranger could give without having known them. Inhaling through her nose, she offered him a more comforting smile and nodded. “Shall we?” She questioned, looking back to the clear path to the shrine and moving toward it. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.