REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
Hearing Remi’s words and understanding them intimately, she sends a bout of resonance toward him. Similarly entrapped within a world that seemed the only way, to realize it is not — and how poorly treated they had been before. But there’s an air of amusement that leaves her when the surprise hits, a chirp leaving her beak in response as she glides.
“It was an Asciend wedding, I would hardly consider it grand.” She chuckles. She had found Remi and Ronin’s wedding to be far more beautiful than her own, but likely due to the happiness, and not having wolves breathing down her neck. That was all she wanted, joy to be shared and revered.
But he comments on Zariah and Rexanna snorts again, a hum of laughter sent toward him. That thought had occurred to her, and it was why she had kept her lips shut. She didn’t want them to know, to use it against her. But upon her Ascension, she had left it all in the past. The gears in her mind still worked, however. And at his question, she spends a moment silently contemplating it.
“I think that knowing we are not alone is vital in the future endeavors, and we cannot continue to think we will be accepted everywhere. Look at the Fae for example.” She ponders how many more burnt bridges could come of venturing like a child in a candy shop to places they weren’t welcome just yet. “Steps have been made but we need to continue working with our neighbors and helping out where we can. I think the draft was stupid and I’m glad it’s gone. But I also think perhaps trying to open trade between us and the Fae might be useful… provided we have things they don’t.” She sends a feeling of another shoulder shrug his way. “It is nice, however, to have Ronin, Wessex, and Edy on the throne... Representation matters when it comes to a land full of many people from varying places.” She offers with a hint of a smile.
“It was an Asciend wedding, I would hardly consider it grand.” She chuckles. She had found Remi and Ronin’s wedding to be far more beautiful than her own, but likely due to the happiness, and not having wolves breathing down her neck. That was all she wanted, joy to be shared and revered.
But he comments on Zariah and Rexanna snorts again, a hum of laughter sent toward him. That thought had occurred to her, and it was why she had kept her lips shut. She didn’t want them to know, to use it against her. But upon her Ascension, she had left it all in the past. The gears in her mind still worked, however. And at his question, she spends a moment silently contemplating it.
“I think that knowing we are not alone is vital in the future endeavors, and we cannot continue to think we will be accepted everywhere. Look at the Fae for example.” She ponders how many more burnt bridges could come of venturing like a child in a candy shop to places they weren’t welcome just yet. “Steps have been made but we need to continue working with our neighbors and helping out where we can. I think the draft was stupid and I’m glad it’s gone. But I also think perhaps trying to open trade between us and the Fae might be useful… provided we have things they don’t.” She sends a feeling of another shoulder shrug his way. “It is nice, however, to have Ronin, Wessex, and Edy on the throne... Representation matters when it comes to a land full of many people from varying places.” She offers with a hint of a smile.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
