REXANNA
for a time it seemed to me that we were
starlight-touched
Bastien’s question lingers on the back of her mind, the idea that he wishes for her to Ascend. She had told him she thought it to be possible, but she doesn’t know if she wants to go through with it all. There’s so much to consider, the hatred of the gods (though would it be so much different from now?), the Voice and her protection, never again able to feel the sun on her skin, to lose her magic completely? She sighs quietly to herself, wearing a well fitting jacket as she ventures out into the night, hoping perhaps to find someone that might be able to answer her questions. Though deep down she’s sure she’ll likely run into Lucas again, and the idea makes her roll her eyes as she steps toward the Outskirts, uncertain of where she’s heading but knowing the last time she’d come across Wessex it had been out in the woods, both trying to feed the small Luxere that seemed to hate them both equally.
Her feet are soft and quiet along the grasses as she moves, only stopping when she hears a slight “plink” of what sounds like a bowstring. It has been years since Rexanna fired a bow, and she’s immediately interested in who would be out this late at night firing arrows into the night. She moves a bit quicker, coming closer to the person who’s wielding the bow. Her eyes adjust to the darkness though likely not the way Wessex’s does. She does recognize the other Ascended woman, mainly from the hardened edges and the way she carries herself.
And suddenly she’s not sure if she should join in, or how to phrase it. She supposes she can ask and the Ascended woman will tell her to leave should she not wish for company, so she inhales deeply and offers a quiet smile. “Hey, mind if I join you?” She asks quietly, a tilt to her head as she regards Wessex.
Her feet are soft and quiet along the grasses as she moves, only stopping when she hears a slight “plink” of what sounds like a bowstring. It has been years since Rexanna fired a bow, and she’s immediately interested in who would be out this late at night firing arrows into the night. She moves a bit quicker, coming closer to the person who’s wielding the bow. Her eyes adjust to the darkness though likely not the way Wessex’s does. She does recognize the other Ascended woman, mainly from the hardened edges and the way she carries herself.
And suddenly she’s not sure if she should join in, or how to phrase it. She supposes she can ask and the Ascended woman will tell her to leave should she not wish for company, so she inhales deeply and offers a quiet smile. “Hey, mind if I join you?” She asks quietly, a tilt to her head as she regards Wessex.
failing to realize we were actually
starcrossed
the stars were never
on our side
