So, About That Funeral...

In that moment, Rexanna would suddenly look unmistakably as beautiful as any god or goddess that Bastien had ever seen, real or imagined, dreamt or painted. To be adventurous was in the woman's nature, even Frey could see that. Her lust and skills in the bedroom were legendary in a distant sort of way, honed to a defense far more effective than any blade had ever been. Yet true intimacy had always been ... perhaps more elusive than she would have admitted to. And so, lasciviousness dripping off of her lips like honey Rexanna had indeed had her fun in ways that pleased the god, but this act of grace and sensitive perspective rang wonderfully in the gods ears. Frey's curse would slip off of Rexanna's lips like a lovers, only to be replaced with ... a sort of sheen shall we say. A glamour, if you like (check your records).