they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She sends out a note to Jigano, now that she has eyes again, to meet her in the Glade at dusk, just after the sun has set. She knows that the two of them don’t exactly have the best of relationships lately, but he’d helped her out of the Guild as it was burning, and she had been named the leader of the Grounds at least until a council had been chosen.
And so she starts here, sending her note to Jigano to discuss something, and she waits for him, sitting atop one of the rocks of the Glade, emerald eyes scanning the earth and grasses beneath her, dressed in dark clothes to blend in, hands in her lap. Waiting.
And so she starts here, sending her note to Jigano to discuss something, and she waits for him, sitting atop one of the rocks of the Glade, emerald eyes scanning the earth and grasses beneath her, dressed in dark clothes to blend in, hands in her lap. Waiting.
REXANNA
