REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
She nods in response, putting a little check mark next to the wildflowers she’s written down — as if an indication to say yes, put this in. And she listens further when Wessex comments that it must have been lonely, which sparks a small smile on her face. Did she ever want any siblings? Not really. But then again, you didn’t know what you were missing if you didn’t have it in the first place, right? “I grew up with the Halyven servants, until the king sprung the news onto me when I was young that I was a princess of sorts. So they were my family, just not blood related. So I never thought about it much.” She shrugs. The couple that had taken her in were unable to have their own children. So it only made sense that they could take in an orphaned child, an orphaned one day Queen, too.
The Penumbra asks of the blonde woman’s sister and listens diligently while she speaks, a smile coming across her face at the images that spark in her mind. “She sounds like she was wonderful.” She admits, unable to ask what happened, not sure that they’re close enough for those kinds of questions. So she leaves it be, scribbling some more thoughts down. “What did she do?” She asks, wondering if since she nurses abandoned babies if she were some kind of midwife, a healer of sorts, a kind soul with plenty of generosity to go around.
The Penumbra asks of the blonde woman’s sister and listens diligently while she speaks, a smile coming across her face at the images that spark in her mind. “She sounds like she was wonderful.” She admits, unable to ask what happened, not sure that they’re close enough for those kinds of questions. So she leaves it be, scribbling some more thoughts down. “What did she do?” She asks, wondering if since she nurses abandoned babies if she were some kind of midwife, a healer of sorts, a kind soul with plenty of generosity to go around.
and a wound in the other
