REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Her sapphire gaze lingers toward Zariah as she remarks about the evening, to which Rexanna nods with a gentle smile of agreement. Leafchange was the one season that Rexanna was particularly fond of – where the previous months’ growths fade off to make room for new blooms to come in the next year. And so, she finds herself in agreement with her Queen, and she listens quietly as Zariah contemplates openly. But then she gestures to the boy and Rexanna’s sapphire gaze drifts down toward the boy with a gentle smile of hello. She offers him a small little wave until Zariah’s next set of words almost stop her short. She lifts her head and looks toward her Queen, a small nod given. “I have, your Grace.” She says softly, a bit contemplative. “I hope to one day in the future.” She offers easily, a truth given, one known by many; but the point being in the future, rather than the now. The question leaves her a bit uneasy, and she waits to see what Zariah means by bringing it up. She knows enough about her Queen now to know she only brings up questions because she has plans, and it begins to sink in her stomach.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
