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
He’s perfectly on time, but has she ever known him to be late to something? She can’t recall, but she can hear him as he approaches, briefly before he announces his arrival, and her head tilts over toward him with a bright smile. “Much better.” She announces, scooting over should the bard want to join her on the rock she sits upon, emerald eyes scanning the grasses before them and the fading sunlight that’s changed the hues of the sky to something akin to navy and purple.
She lets her new eyes land on Jigano once he’s closer, the smile remaining on her face. “Thanks for joining me. And I never got to thank you for helping me out of the Guild when it was burning.” She hopes that the sincerity is there in her voice, that she appreciates him and the act he’d done. “But I actually wanted to talk about the Council things I’m working on implementing. I wanted to wait until I could see again.” She begins, waiting to see if he has anything to add, to say.
She has her plans, she hasn’t told anyone yet, but there were those few she wanted to give the heads up about said plans.
She lets her new eyes land on Jigano once he’s closer, the smile remaining on her face. “Thanks for joining me. And I never got to thank you for helping me out of the Guild when it was burning.” She hopes that the sincerity is there in her voice, that she appreciates him and the act he’d done. “But I actually wanted to talk about the Council things I’m working on implementing. I wanted to wait until I could see again.” She begins, waiting to see if he has anything to add, to say.
She has her plans, she hasn’t told anyone yet, but there were those few she wanted to give the heads up about said plans.
REXANNA
