REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Listening to Phoebe, she nods, gathering the information briefly about the Village of the Fae and how she had gone with Remi. She, herself, hadn’t really met any of the winged people that lived in the Greatwood, but she agreed with the idea that Phoebe had. “It may be the only way.” She contemplates with her friend, a thoughtful look blooming across her face. But she hears Phoebe as she mentions that Frey had grown still and serious, a thought that surprises her too.“I don’t think many people wish to try.” She offers quietly with a small laugh. “I know where I’m from and a few other people, the gods weren’t tangible like they are now. Many of us annoy them with silly questions and ridiculous frivolous things.” She replies with another quiet laugh. After all, she absolutely had, and Frey had cursed her and fixed her, made her beautiful, strong, herself and nobody else’s. She smiles to Phoebe when she speaks, gesturing to her own face with a small grin. “They certainly nurtured me!” She laughs.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
