REXANNA
“Oh, they do. I’m surprised nobody has arrived with pitchforks for my own yet.” Her shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug, some small part of amusement that flickers along her face before it’s gone in favor for the comment of his ascension, of him yet another hybrid but one just like her, and that in and of itself is far more exciting on her end. She’s not the only one anymore – able to wield magic not taken through a bite.
Likewise, there’s a thought that flickers along her mind as she settles, fiddling with the water drop with a strong amount of concentration that surprisingly wipes her out – pleased to let it go when Neron’s hand raises to manipulate it, freezing it into a hoop as her verdant gaze flickers up toward him. “There are some things you should know, then.” She gives him a wider fanged smirk. “First, the magic in you is yours alone. Now that you’re Ascended, even if another bites you they cannot take your magic.” She knows this one to be most certainly true. “The next, well, Ascended’s aren’t particularly liked across the board.” A quiet laugh given to that.
She reaches out with the fire magic within her now, pulling a piece of flame to hover and whirl about the air between them, keeping it well out of reach for the both of them. “Fire is incredibly dangerous to us. When I Ascended, I felt like I was burning from the inside out while my magic tried to rebel… So be sure you stay far away from the hearths here.” She teases, spinning the fire in a small languid figure eight.
Likewise, there’s a thought that flickers along her mind as she settles, fiddling with the water drop with a strong amount of concentration that surprisingly wipes her out – pleased to let it go when Neron’s hand raises to manipulate it, freezing it into a hoop as her verdant gaze flickers up toward him. “There are some things you should know, then.” She gives him a wider fanged smirk. “First, the magic in you is yours alone. Now that you’re Ascended, even if another bites you they cannot take your magic.” She knows this one to be most certainly true. “The next, well, Ascended’s aren’t particularly liked across the board.” A quiet laugh given to that.
She reaches out with the fire magic within her now, pulling a piece of flame to hover and whirl about the air between them, keeping it well out of reach for the both of them. “Fire is incredibly dangerous to us. When I Ascended, I felt like I was burning from the inside out while my magic tried to rebel… So be sure you stay far away from the hearths here.” She teases, spinning the fire in a small languid figure eight.
until the lambs
have become
lions
