REXANNA
He asks what room again and she can’t help but snort a bit at the need to know. Did he want to go? Was he looking to avoid it? Either way, she imagines she should probably tell him, and she gives him a light smile in response. “Lily, from the planning party. One of the back rooms of her home is… almost like it’s enchanted?” She hums lightly, giving him a sly glance before they walk and the conversation shifts.
She nods to him regardless, before a light frown crosses her face and she shrugs lightly, the parasol bobbing over their shoulders while she does so. “She isn’t really helping the case much by not telling us… or giving us a way to help.” She admits. As much as she loves her goddess for the freedom she has been given, there’s a part of her that wonders at what the deity is trying to do, what she stands to gain. “Aside from the wedding, I’ve been trying to keep a low profile.” She admits quietly, glancing back over to him. “But I am always willing to have a conversation with people, it’s just that I don’t think many people are willing to, back.”
She nods to him regardless, before a light frown crosses her face and she shrugs lightly, the parasol bobbing over their shoulders while she does so. “She isn’t really helping the case much by not telling us… or giving us a way to help.” She admits. As much as she loves her goddess for the freedom she has been given, there’s a part of her that wonders at what the deity is trying to do, what she stands to gain. “Aside from the wedding, I’ve been trying to keep a low profile.” She admits quietly, glancing back over to him. “But I am always willing to have a conversation with people, it’s just that I don’t think many people are willing to, back.”
until the lambs
have become
lions
