& they said you were the crooked kind
that you'd never have no worth
It’s true, she had forgotten the offerings. The barbs not going missed despite the tone Frey uses. And when they appear, her verdant gaze lingers on them briefly before lowering her head to avert her gaze, unsure where to even begin with it. Frey had seemed a good choice to attempt this, as the fact of the matter was that the Sparkbird was a creature, and as far as Rexanna was aware, it seemed to fall into their jurisdiction.But she’s not here to argue any points, she has no leg to stand on anyway with the choices she’s indeed made in her life.
“I’m sorry Frey.” She offers quietly, perhaps about everything, perhaps about not arriving with an offering, perhaps about not coming to see them to thank them for the blessing they’d bestowed once the curse had lifted. “We thought you were the best choice.” She lifts her head then. “Is there something we can do?” To apologize for the audacity and the entitlement that came with arriving and asking, bringing nothing and expecting everything.
but you were always gold to me
the
PeNuMBRA
