REXANNA
Well, with the bandana in place and splints along her wrists, there’s one person she has to talk to. Luckily, her legs still work, but she does need someone to guide her. Giving them a brief description of Samuel, it wasn’t hard to imagine that she’d want to talk to one of the men that had arrived with her – had kept her on the back of Remi’s shift until they arrived in the comfort of the Luxere lights. She’s not sure if he wants to talk to her, but… Well, that’s too bad.
The person helping her knocks on the door, angling her to it. “Sam? It’s Rex. Can we chat?” She asks, pausing while the person that’s helped her leaves her. She’s sure she can make it work from here, but she doesn’t want to barge in on something she shouldn’t be. At least she wouldn’t be able to see any of it (ha), and with it she angles her head down slightly toward the ground out of comfort, finding nothing but darkness where her vision should be. So what was there really to look at?
The person helping her knocks on the door, angling her to it. “Sam? It’s Rex. Can we chat?” She asks, pausing while the person that’s helped her leaves her. She’s sure she can make it work from here, but she doesn’t want to barge in on something she shouldn’t be. At least she wouldn’t be able to see any of it (ha), and with it she angles her head down slightly toward the ground out of comfort, finding nothing but darkness where her vision should be. So what was there really to look at?
until the lambs
have become
lions
