REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
He rises from his seat to refill his drink, and she snags her own glass as well when he offers. Even if she couldn’t get the rise out of the feeling of drinking, nor the taste, it feels nice to do it with an old friend, unsure if she’s ever just sat down to have a drink with him without prying eyes or questionable statements. It’s comforting, a celebratory occasion for the both of them even if they hadn’t realized it. It cements their friendship even further, to her, and she soon realizes that perhaps they could take on the world together – just as they had before.
She snorts in response to him echoing her sentiments, giving him a slight knowing glance before he continues and the snort turns into a full out laugh. “Gods willing.” She announces, raising her glass once more to clink against his own before taking a sip and leaning against the wall slightly as she thinks about it all. Of the strife and attempts made to bring more to their borders. Yet with Tembovu being nearly everywhere at once, (she snorts as well at the memory of him likely meeting every woman that came to the Edge) and the warmth of the Dragon’s Throat, it had been hard to get others to be convinced that the winters edge might be a place of home.
Her sapphire gaze flickers toward him with a slightly raised brow. “Did I ever tell you that when I went to the Edge to tell Tembovu that I was pregnant, that someone met me outside the borders and threatened me?” She snorts, taking another deeper sip of the drink. “And after, I met another woman from his homeland. She was kinder, and she actually gave me Kiada and Kianzo’s names.” She recalls the thought, head tilting as she remembers. “But gods do I wish I stayed in the Basin with you and Hotaru and Thranduil, even.” She pauses, eyes skating over to him to glance at his rough hewn face.
She snorts in response to him echoing her sentiments, giving him a slight knowing glance before he continues and the snort turns into a full out laugh. “Gods willing.” She announces, raising her glass once more to clink against his own before taking a sip and leaning against the wall slightly as she thinks about it all. Of the strife and attempts made to bring more to their borders. Yet with Tembovu being nearly everywhere at once, (she snorts as well at the memory of him likely meeting every woman that came to the Edge) and the warmth of the Dragon’s Throat, it had been hard to get others to be convinced that the winters edge might be a place of home.
Her sapphire gaze flickers toward him with a slightly raised brow. “Did I ever tell you that when I went to the Edge to tell Tembovu that I was pregnant, that someone met me outside the borders and threatened me?” She snorts, taking another deeper sip of the drink. “And after, I met another woman from his homeland. She was kinder, and she actually gave me Kiada and Kianzo’s names.” She recalls the thought, head tilting as she remembers. “But gods do I wish I stayed in the Basin with you and Hotaru and Thranduil, even.” She pauses, eyes skating over to him to glance at his rough hewn face.
and a wound in the other
