[seasonal event] atlas hands

As the lion turned to her with a snarl, she stood there and stared at him with narrowed eyes. Almost like a mother chiding her child. Certainly, Remi could have attacked her – but when he became human again she knew he’d regret the fact. It depended upon how much control over the creature he had. And as he shifted back into himself, her eyes softened and she shook her head to him with a kind smile. “Thanks.” She responded to his compliment. And as he stood to wipe his mouth on his jacket, she pulled a small handkerchief out of her pocket and handed it to him with a small smile. “I get it.” She replied easily, though the purr in her voice remained. “Have you begun to master it?” She questioned with a tilt of her head before he looked to the deer and conjured a sled much to Rexanna’s surprise. “You are full of surprises, dear Remi.” She huffed with a bit of laughter, kneeling in the snow by the deer and tying its legs together to make it easier to transport. Then, she took a bit of the left over twine and tied it to the sled so when they moved the deer onto it, she could connect the front legs to the sled with ease. She moved toward the end of the deer and glanced to Remi with a quiet grin. “Do you have other forms? So I shouldn’t be surprised in case you’re in a different one?” She asked with a quiet chime of a laugh. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

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