REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She would have held him close as long as he wanted, but she didn’t stray far as he pulled back and his red ringed eyes that were so green looked into her own indigo gaze. He spoke, asking what people said, and for a moment Rexanna didn’t want to answer him. Didn’t want to burden him with the truths of what happened. So for a moment, she searched his eyes, one hand leaving the soothing circles she had rubbed into his back and shoulders, to run a gentle hand along his cheek if he’d let her. “I think they’re fine with the demon dead. It’s just… what happens next?” She paused, eyes dropping from his own for a minute while she gathered her thoughts.“During the fight, many of us were there watching. Rory had come and caused a rift between the Outlanders and Naturals.” Her eyes lifted to him, glistening with a kind of sorrow that was in part due to Ronin’s death and the war that Rory seemed determined to start. “He was upset, pointed the Naturals against the Outlanders. Now I think there are many Naturals protecting the spire, preventing anyone from entering it.” She informed him, helpful from what she had seen and heard spread through the Hallowed Grounds.
“They are afraid of what’s out there. Afraid that the barrier was protecting them from the unknown. I don’t know which path is better.” She said quietly. A frown crossing her features. It was nobody’s fault, and she wondered what Rory’s plan was now. To remain until he died on the Spires base to prevent the barrier from falling. Was it from pride? “I am honestly afraid of what happens next.” She added, her hand falling to rest gently on his shoulder. She hoped in a way the barrier would fall – that Ronin would have never died for nothing. But she wondered, too, if that was part of the problem. Outlanders erasing Natural’s history, pegging themselves as the heroes in this story when Rexanna knew they had never thought of it as such.
