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
A light hum of a laugh is sent to Jigano at his jested compliment. “How dreadful.” She announces, feigning the dramatics of the idea of it, before she focuses on the bard and explains her thoughts, what she’s giving him a slight heads up about. And she should have expected him to ask of the other categories, but she hadn’t. Much of it was meant to be secretive until she had a chance to talk to everyone.
Giving him a bright smile, her shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug. “You’ll have to forgive me if I wish to keep them more of a secret until I’ve had a chance to talk to everyone.” She says softly, head tilting slightly as she considers it. “You’ll find out all the sections at the meeting, for sure.” She gives him a nod, smile settling along her face.
Giving him a bright smile, her shoulder rises and falls in a small shrug. “You’ll have to forgive me if I wish to keep them more of a secret until I’ve had a chance to talk to everyone.” She says softly, head tilting slightly as she considers it. “You’ll find out all the sections at the meeting, for sure.” She gives him a nod, smile settling along her face.
REXANNA
