REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
The next person that approaches, the Penumbra smiles widely at. The Queen steps in, squeezing her arm gently in greeting, to which Rexanna nods gently as well before her attention flits back toward the fiery haired man that had helped her when they happened to find themselves underneath the blighted pumpkin. She gives Sam a quick nod in agreement, happy that they had all made it despite the odds. Just another bonus of the Ascended, it seemed.
When Wessex asks what they’re there for, her sapphire gaze lingers on Samuel until he explains. Wessex’s quiet response seems a bit hidden behind something else, especially as Rexanna recalls there already being one safehouse. “Surely it can’t hurt to have more than one in case one is compromised?” She poises quietly until he comments again. Her brow raises, wondering if that’s what Jigano’s and her own chat had been about. The uncertainty on his end about the Ascended and the Voice in general, and she wonders silently how much it had spread. At that point, the Bard had been the only one to directly tell her his concerns. For a moment, she nods in agreement, especially as Wessex agrees.
The Penumbra listens as they speak with one another, and Wessex’s sarcasm slipping from her voice the newly Ascended woman picks up on immediately. She subtly sighs through her nose, eyes flickering over to Bastien with a slight frown in regards to the news. But at the mention of a trap door, she looks back to Samuel as he mentions the cube – a thing of which she’d seen briefly during their fight. Wessex is quick to mention means of making it more abandoned looking, and Rexanna nods in agreement to that as well.
“I still have my magic, and I’ve recently learned to craft some small things.” She pauses, considering. “Alternatively, I have transmutation and fire. I suppose if we want it to look really abandoned, I could scorch some marks into it as well.” There’s another thoughtful pause. “Or create some traps?”
When Wessex asks what they’re there for, her sapphire gaze lingers on Samuel until he explains. Wessex’s quiet response seems a bit hidden behind something else, especially as Rexanna recalls there already being one safehouse. “Surely it can’t hurt to have more than one in case one is compromised?” She poises quietly until he comments again. Her brow raises, wondering if that’s what Jigano’s and her own chat had been about. The uncertainty on his end about the Ascended and the Voice in general, and she wonders silently how much it had spread. At that point, the Bard had been the only one to directly tell her his concerns. For a moment, she nods in agreement, especially as Wessex agrees.
The Penumbra listens as they speak with one another, and Wessex’s sarcasm slipping from her voice the newly Ascended woman picks up on immediately. She subtly sighs through her nose, eyes flickering over to Bastien with a slight frown in regards to the news. But at the mention of a trap door, she looks back to Samuel as he mentions the cube – a thing of which she’d seen briefly during their fight. Wessex is quick to mention means of making it more abandoned looking, and Rexanna nods in agreement to that as well.
“I still have my magic, and I’ve recently learned to craft some small things.” She pauses, considering. “Alternatively, I have transmutation and fire. I suppose if we want it to look really abandoned, I could scorch some marks into it as well.” There’s another thoughtful pause. “Or create some traps?”
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
