[seasonal event] atlas hands

It was like a scene playing out before her eyes as the deer bounded toward her and she stumbled it with an arrow – her sapphire eyes watching it wobble before shifting to Remi as he pounced forth onto the deer to bring it down completely. She prepped another arrow in her bow as she slid to the side, watching as Remi went for the neck of the creature. As he crunched and the deer wheezed in response, Rexanna aimed the arrow toward the creature once again and shot for the heart. Once she was certain it was dead, she moved toward Remi and placed her bow along her back. Her hand outstretched to touch the lion’s mane gently to try and distract him. “Thank you Remi.” She purred to the lion with a quiet smile. “I think it’s gone now.” She added, letting him go and reaching down to pluck the arrows back from the creature and cleaned their heads in the snow before sticking them back in her quiver. Then, she realized how woefully unprepared she had been to catch a deer of all things. All she had was a little bit of rope she had planned to string a squirrel or two together with, but it might at least do for tying the legs together to make it easier to carry. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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