REXANNA
Usually, the Penumbra isn’t too surprised by receiving notes. Since her Ascension, she finds it’s one of the easiest ways for people to get ahold of her. But it’s who it comes from that does manage a bit of surprise. Her new friend, (acquaintance?), inviting her to the bone bridge. So of course she goes, under the guise of the stars and night — her parasol hung around her arm to add some extra protection if she couldn’t handle a surprise on her own. She trusts Loren, but everyone else with the blight and the finger pointing, she finds it hard to be trustworthy or much anymore.
She knows who her friends are, at least.
Slipping through the streets toward the bone bridge, dressed in dark furs to help blend into the darkness, aside from the paleness of her face that extends up from the dark fabrics, followed by her short dark hair with flecks of snow drifting into them. She doesn’t produce much body heat anymore, and the snow seems to collect and sit, small little piles along her shoulders and arms as she gets closer.
There’s a bright fanged smile on her face as she regards Loren, before she looks to the starry sky and moonlight. “Loren!” She greets him with cheer, sapphire eyes drifting back to the librarian. “I’m glad you invited me out, I wanted to thank you for the help with the wedding.” She chimes, coming to a stop beside him.
She knows who her friends are, at least.
Slipping through the streets toward the bone bridge, dressed in dark furs to help blend into the darkness, aside from the paleness of her face that extends up from the dark fabrics, followed by her short dark hair with flecks of snow drifting into them. She doesn’t produce much body heat anymore, and the snow seems to collect and sit, small little piles along her shoulders and arms as she gets closer.
There’s a bright fanged smile on her face as she regards Loren, before she looks to the starry sky and moonlight. “Loren!” She greets him with cheer, sapphire eyes drifting back to the librarian. “I’m glad you invited me out, I wanted to thank you for the help with the wedding.” She chimes, coming to a stop beside him.
until the lambs
have become
lions
