dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
Her head turns toward Wessex when she hears the Queen. But her lips don’t move, and Rexanna gives Wessex a slight quirk of a smile as her hand pats the Penumbra’s. Thanks Wessex. She replies, a similar feeling to when she spoke to Remi in the form she had siphoned from him. But before long, her head shifts back toward her goddess as she stretches out an arm, listening as an explanation is given and a brilliant smile is sent her way.
It reflected on the Penumbra’s face.
She had seen mountains. Oceans. Other places. And she craves them now more than ever. A future within them.
But she explains about the blight, and Rexanna listens in. Sighing internally with relief at the mention that there weren’t any harm done. And she wonders if her daughter, somewhere, wherever she is, is recovering from it. And she hadn’t done too many things she regrets. She also thinks of Melita, in a similar boat, unable to stop herself before it became too much, too overwhelming.
Still, the Penumbra nods in response to the goddess as she mentions that a portal is open. But she has nothing else to say, and instead, her sapphire eyes drift from the goddess, to look at Samuel when it’s Wessex’s turn to speak. And she reaches out, to somewhat pull Samuel into a hug. “Good job Sam.” She says lightly, giving him a gentle smile before focusing on the Queen.
Samuel, whether he wanted to be there or not, at least hadn’t died or abandoned them.
It reflected on the Penumbra’s face.
She had seen mountains. Oceans. Other places. And she craves them now more than ever. A future within them.
But she explains about the blight, and Rexanna listens in. Sighing internally with relief at the mention that there weren’t any harm done. And she wonders if her daughter, somewhere, wherever she is, is recovering from it. And she hadn’t done too many things she regrets. She also thinks of Melita, in a similar boat, unable to stop herself before it became too much, too overwhelming.
Still, the Penumbra nods in response to the goddess as she mentions that a portal is open. But she has nothing else to say, and instead, her sapphire eyes drift from the goddess, to look at Samuel when it’s Wessex’s turn to speak. And she reaches out, to somewhat pull Samuel into a hug. “Good job Sam.” She says lightly, giving him a gentle smile before focusing on the Queen.
Samuel, whether he wanted to be there or not, at least hadn’t died or abandoned them.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
