REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
At Sam’s compliment, she offers him a bright fanged grin while they walk. “Well, you probably do the smarter thing. Come in when needed rather than charge in blazing.” She offers with a light hum of laughter. “I always seem to end up getting a bit too hurt at the end of them all.” And it was true, every time she’d gone out to attack or fight something, she’d always ended up pretty badly hurt.The mention of Safrin though has her tilting her head and listening. “Well I hope she doesn’t mind. I’m not a very good singer.” She jests, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. But she tells him of her glamour, and she hears the questions that leave him while they continue their small trail, drifting closer to the old gods shrine more and more. “I could feel it a little bit. Like it was oily until I washed. But no, nobody could see it. My hair would stay the same even if it was raining terribly outside.” She looks back up to Sam with a bright smile.
