REXANNA
The affection, the touch of Hotaru is enough to make the Penumbra sigh with content – not knowing how much she had missed such a thing from someone who knew her ins and outs. She leans in gently to her hand with a small smile, listening while Hotaru comforts the weary frustration of what came with the memories of living multiple lives, and actually living them. But Hotaru is real, she’s here and reassuring, and everything she had ever hoped for in a friend, in a sister, and she nods to the woman with the same finality that Hotaru gives her.
But with her question, the woman’s brows inch closer toward one another when Hotaru rubs her hands along her arms, concern lacing her face at having not asked sooner. The joke that’s sent her way causes a brilliant smile to cross her face again and she snorts her own response to it. “Agreed!” Her voice is almost sing-song like as she strikes a slightly dramatic pose. But it doesn’t last long as she’s reaching out again, this time for her thin white shift of a dress, and she channels her magic into it – shifting it from thin and ivory to something akin to wool with the warmth and thickness to keep her warm.
Then, she removes her hands just enough to give her a gentle smile. “Come home with me.” An echo, a reverberance to when she had found her and Thranduil, and Romina among the trees and woods of the Threshold. But this time, it wasn’t away from everyone, this time… It was here. With all the friends and family nearby, within reach, without losing touch. Throughout it all, her eyes are hopeful and they linger on Hotaru, not caring if Bastien would mind. She had her sister back, certainly that would be reason enough?
“I have a home in the Settlement, my fiancé is there but we have plenty of room until we can see the rest of everyone.” She offers, another wide grin on her face. “Gods Hotaru we have so much to catch up on.” She says with a small huff of a laugh, of all the things that had happened and shifted, what had happened to her as well, and the Reaper and Harpy in turn.
But with her question, the woman’s brows inch closer toward one another when Hotaru rubs her hands along her arms, concern lacing her face at having not asked sooner. The joke that’s sent her way causes a brilliant smile to cross her face again and she snorts her own response to it. “Agreed!” Her voice is almost sing-song like as she strikes a slightly dramatic pose. But it doesn’t last long as she’s reaching out again, this time for her thin white shift of a dress, and she channels her magic into it – shifting it from thin and ivory to something akin to wool with the warmth and thickness to keep her warm.
Then, she removes her hands just enough to give her a gentle smile. “Come home with me.” An echo, a reverberance to when she had found her and Thranduil, and Romina among the trees and woods of the Threshold. But this time, it wasn’t away from everyone, this time… It was here. With all the friends and family nearby, within reach, without losing touch. Throughout it all, her eyes are hopeful and they linger on Hotaru, not caring if Bastien would mind. She had her sister back, certainly that would be reason enough?
“I have a home in the Settlement, my fiancé is there but we have plenty of room until we can see the rest of everyone.” She offers, another wide grin on her face. “Gods Hotaru we have so much to catch up on.” She says with a small huff of a laugh, of all the things that had happened and shifted, what had happened to her as well, and the Reaper and Harpy in turn.
until the lambs
have become
lions
