REXANNA
the penumbra
She silently thanks the Voice that her quick thinking had worked, as Wessex climbs the stairs and the bats leave in a flurry of a black cloud, her arm coming up to cover her face in case she’s in the warpath of the bats as they leave. At least the upstairs is clear and clean for the most part, and she turns to look toward Wessex as she hears the Queen’s praise. There’s a light smirk on her lips as she sets the broom back to the side with a nod. “Of course.” She says in response to the thank you she receives. But her brows furrow slightly at the question, and she shakes her head.
“Not since I came up here… But I saw her go down one of the hallways as I went up the stairs.” She pauses, heading for the stairs to get to the bottom floor – hoping that perhaps she can find the red headed woman as well. She starts on the hallway she had gone through first, cycling through the rest of them, a small amount of worry setting in at the idea they might not find her.
“Not since I came up here… But I saw her go down one of the hallways as I went up the stairs.” She pauses, heading for the stairs to get to the bottom floor – hoping that perhaps she can find the red headed woman as well. She starts on the hallway she had gone through first, cycling through the rest of them, a small amount of worry setting in at the idea they might not find her.
because you, like rome
were built on ashes
and you, like a phoenix, know how to
rise and resurrect
