REXANNA
There’s a brief smile that crosses her face at the comment from Amun, head tilting slightly as she offers him some of the straw to work with, before she settles in and crosses her legs, beginning to weave the pieces and what not together. There’s a few pieces that are dyed as well, some in all colors of the rainbow and plenty to choose from should Amun wish to have a different color – setting the bag of it all between them so he could scour them if he wished.
He was an artist too, after all.
But then she asks him to talk, and he still remains flat in his response – she can’t help the glance that she gives him with a small amount of worry. “Thanks… But not just that. Whatever happened during the Temple or Fiat Lux?” Her voice trails off a bit quieter there, pausing in her small patches of weaving. “You’re family, you know. I’d like to help if I can.” She lets her gaze linger on him as the question hits.
He was an artist too, after all.
But then she asks him to talk, and he still remains flat in his response – she can’t help the glance that she gives him with a small amount of worry. “Thanks… But not just that. Whatever happened during the Temple or Fiat Lux?” Her voice trails off a bit quieter there, pausing in her small patches of weaving. “You’re family, you know. I’d like to help if I can.” She lets her gaze linger on him as the question hits.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
