REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
Wessex mentions she’s not exactly a flag person, and Rexanna nods to that. It makes sense – some people are, some people aren’t. Rexanna herself? Definitely a flag type of person. But then again, she loves anything overdone and gaudy, brilliant, bright, and vibrant. It was her more than it was Wessex, so something subtle would have to do. And she marks it down on the paper just in case she forgets that small tidbit. “Got it.” She says, flashing the Ascended Queen a fanged smile.
Still, she listens as Wessex explains what she thinks will work best, to better succeed her vision of it, and Rexanna nods along – soaking it up and making sure she can help out the best she can. After all, it beats battling giant pumpkins and almost dying any day. “Could fade it into something, or add it as a little trinket that’s around – small enough to not be noticed at first but the trend would remain?” She says, thinking of things like official paperwork or things of that nature. They’ll make it work. She has faith in that.
Still, she listens as Wessex explains what she thinks will work best, to better succeed her vision of it, and Rexanna nods along – soaking it up and making sure she can help out the best she can. After all, it beats battling giant pumpkins and almost dying any day. “Could fade it into something, or add it as a little trinket that’s around – small enough to not be noticed at first but the trend would remain?” She says, thinking of things like official paperwork or things of that nature. They’ll make it work. She has faith in that.
and a wound in the other
