REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
It’s an easy chat, she finds with Peter, as he converses with her. It’s not awkward to her, and she meets his gaze back as he questions her about the whispering behind doors. A soft smile is sent his way with a small nod. “It can, unless our Queen has a means of preventing it.” She says easily. “There’s no way to stop it, but to prevent the outreach. Which is where I come in.” She adds as an extra bit of information. Once again, it’s easy; and she finds comfort in the conversation with him – of teaching and learning, perhaps he would be a good person to learn more about the Queen, though she still needs to seek out Roana for the added benefit of knowing what exactly is going on.comes in the name of peace.
It shifts toward magic, though, and she glances over to Peter to see a mirrored smile on his face from her own. She finds that a smile looks wonderful on him, and that motherly instinct within her wants to make sure he has a way of always being able to smile when he wants to – yet she doesn’t know him very well still. She’ll take the small victories. Yet, his confusion tilts his head and he asks about the transmutation, and she nods with a small smile. “Exactly.” She pauses, gesturing to the clothes she wears. “For instance, the fabric was originally a scratchy material, I just changed it into more of a silk and gave it a bit of a shine.” She explains.
But when he doesn’t know what fireworks are, she grins at him. “Oh they’re wonderful, I can show you.” There’s a pause as he explains what kind of magic he has, his hands moving to his front and she eyes them interested. Creation and water, and she notices the fidgeting. “Oh I haven’t seen someone with water magic in a very long time, that’s wonderful.” She praises him with that same wide grin before an idea comes to her. “Here, follow me.” She says, dipping further into the alley toward the back of the town where it’s less populated.
“These are fireworks.” She begins, hands opening palm out as she looks to the sky and summons a medium sized firework – nothing like the giant bombs she’s capable of producing. This one shoots up toward the sky about half way, red and gold sparkles, before it explodes in a small shower of glimmering hues of yellows, reds, and oranges. Then, just like that it’s gone – only thing left behind is the smoke and a small flame on a rogue tree branch that she uses her fire magic to suffocate. Turning her sapphire gaze toward Peter to see his reaction, she beams to him. “Would you like to show me yours?”
queens show no mercy
