in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
In the end, if Amalia asked, Rexanna would likely have to explain the differences – the way that Kiada is only just a few years younger than she is in this world, and how the last marriage had been in Halyven and Asciend, a combination of two kingdoms and not simply a dispersing of one home for another. In fact, she barely remembers anything of Tembovu anymore – the forefront of her mind when it came to lovers being Calstron and Bastien, and gods what a shift between the two there had been.Regardless, Rexanna doesn’t comment on anything further – not really caring much to bring up the gods herself in the end anyway, and instead she focuses on offering something of her own to repay this kindness from the Shield of Safrin. Perhaps it puts them both at ease? Still, shes surprised somewhat when Amalia’s chimed laugh meets her ears, as she begins to initially refute the offer, until something almost mischievous crosses the air between them.
Stepping with Amalia, they make their way toward the Glade, and a brighter grin crosses her face at the question. “Oh, absolutely.” If that’s all she wanted to know? Oh, Rexanna could certainly share some of the dirt she had on the Reaper turned Sword. “He was called the Reaper, when I arrived in Helovia.” She begins, contemplating. “That life drain magic he has, he had it there too I think. He never actually told me about it, but I heard that it was always active, so you couldn’t touch him for very long.” A considering thought, because she had touched him once. “I think that’s why he’s so weird about it here. I’m sure you’ve probably noticed. But anyway, he ruled the Aurora Basin when I arrived. The King of the Basin.” Her head tilts. “But I moved to the World’s Edge with Kiada and her twin before he… Well, before he died, and apparently he had lived there before the Basin too. He joined as a soldier.”
REXANNA
