Rexanna didn’t have great control over her fireworks, and after she had sent out the large flash of light, she wondered if perhaps it might miss and harm the fox instead. She was usually very good about figuring out the pros and cons of things before she did them, but when faced with the moment she disregarded any previous thoughts and simply acted – only to have a slight amount of anxiety as she watched the fox move and the firework barrel toward its intended target.
It felt almost like slow motion as the firework entered the worm’s gaping mouth, disappearing inside it before it exploded. And for a moment, Rexanna thought it was beautiful, the way the light shifted from inside the creature before it was blown apart. Her head tilted slightly, and she calmed her breath and beating heart. She turned to spot the fox in the water, as if afraid he might have had the flame from her firework on him. But she offered him a small roguish grin of victory.
The fox hadn’t run off yet, and she found herself watching as he approached, suddenly distracted by the vibrant scent in the area from the fallen worm. Her head tilted toward the worm, but she approached it still, bending to inspect it further. And when she did so, she noticed the scent increased. She watched as the fox approached too, sniffing a piece of the Magna Vermis only to lick it after – and if Rexanna would have blinked she would have missed the entire thing being swallowed. A small chime of a laugh left her lips as she made a space on the ground to sit and pulled out a knife from her boot to cut off a few more pieces of the charred, cooked worm and tossed them one by one to the fox. "Here." She said as she worked the worm.
“You’re a great listener.” She remarked to the fox, wondering if perhaps he belonged to someone (much like that white raven she had seen before, who had helped her plant), and she wondered if perhaps it was mere coincidence that she’d come across the both of them.
It felt almost like slow motion as the firework entered the worm’s gaping mouth, disappearing inside it before it exploded. And for a moment, Rexanna thought it was beautiful, the way the light shifted from inside the creature before it was blown apart. Her head tilted slightly, and she calmed her breath and beating heart. She turned to spot the fox in the water, as if afraid he might have had the flame from her firework on him. But she offered him a small roguish grin of victory.
The fox hadn’t run off yet, and she found herself watching as he approached, suddenly distracted by the vibrant scent in the area from the fallen worm. Her head tilted toward the worm, but she approached it still, bending to inspect it further. And when she did so, she noticed the scent increased. She watched as the fox approached too, sniffing a piece of the Magna Vermis only to lick it after – and if Rexanna would have blinked she would have missed the entire thing being swallowed. A small chime of a laugh left her lips as she made a space on the ground to sit and pulled out a knife from her boot to cut off a few more pieces of the charred, cooked worm and tossed them one by one to the fox. "Here." She said as she worked the worm.
“You’re a great listener.” She remarked to the fox, wondering if perhaps he belonged to someone (much like that white raven she had seen before, who had helped her plant), and she wondered if perhaps it was mere coincidence that she’d come across the both of them.
