REXANNA
A light frown finds her face as Jigano agrees softly. It does no use continuing the conversation for her – it does nothing but make her continue to think about it in a way that she could slip. They had given the Fae a choice, and in the end if Rexanna was being honest with herself, she wanted the world at her fingertips. If it meant continuing to break herself apart for it, to grow darker with each passing moment and fleeting attempt, she would.
Kiada’s quest, however, takes precedence, and she listens while he mentions that they were both blighted and she nods. “I had heard she was.” A frown finds her face once again, deepening the lines along her mouth before she shakes her head. “Hindsight is the best sight, at the end of the day.” And gods, how that statement could be applied to everything.
As he offers her his suspicions, she listens about the Spire. “I’ve never been inside the Spire come to think of it.” She shrugs, knowing it had been Ascended to open it once the Spire Demon had died. She wonders if it’s possible that the Ascended could see a thing or two most others couldn’t – especially if it held the birthplace of so many of her kin. But she believes in Kiada and the thoughts the girl might have regarding it, despite the barbs and poison the harpy had spat the last time they had met.
She was still her daughter, after all.
Her head slips back toward Jigano as he cuts off, brows furrowing beneath the bandana Deimos had made her. “I didn’t… No.” She’s unhelpful without her eyes, she hadn’t even noticed they had gone out. But a part of her feels frustrated at it – had her and Sam and Remi brought in more monsters? Or was it simply a coincidence?
She can’t see to find out.
Kiada’s quest, however, takes precedence, and she listens while he mentions that they were both blighted and she nods. “I had heard she was.” A frown finds her face once again, deepening the lines along her mouth before she shakes her head. “Hindsight is the best sight, at the end of the day.” And gods, how that statement could be applied to everything.
As he offers her his suspicions, she listens about the Spire. “I’ve never been inside the Spire come to think of it.” She shrugs, knowing it had been Ascended to open it once the Spire Demon had died. She wonders if it’s possible that the Ascended could see a thing or two most others couldn’t – especially if it held the birthplace of so many of her kin. But she believes in Kiada and the thoughts the girl might have regarding it, despite the barbs and poison the harpy had spat the last time they had met.
She was still her daughter, after all.
Her head slips back toward Jigano as he cuts off, brows furrowing beneath the bandana Deimos had made her. “I didn’t… No.” She’s unhelpful without her eyes, she hadn’t even noticed they had gone out. But a part of her feels frustrated at it – had her and Sam and Remi brought in more monsters? Or was it simply a coincidence?
She can’t see to find out.
A Light That Never Goes Out.
