REXANNA
“Please do!” She chimes to him, a lighter smile through the honesty even if it missed the enthusiasm he usually carried. “I could make you some things as well, if you wanted.” She muses with a light smile and a tilt of her head. But she compliments his pottery, and works on the basket, and she can feel his short and curt response to that.
Luckily, she’s done with the basket, and she hands it over to him for him to inspect it. And she gathers her own, standing and placing the materials back into the bag. “Thanks.” She replies to his initial comment, before tilting her head when she meets his gaze. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, Amun.” She gives him a bright grin to that as well, before she grabs her basket and bag and heads in the opposite way toward home.
- FIN
Luckily, she’s done with the basket, and she hands it over to him for him to inspect it. And she gathers her own, standing and placing the materials back into the bag. “Thanks.” She replies to his initial comment, before tilting her head when she meets his gaze. “Let me know if I can do anything for you, Amun.” She gives him a bright grin to that as well, before she grabs her basket and bag and heads in the opposite way toward home.
- FIN
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
