REXANNA
Somehow, Loren has forgotten what they are talking about, and Rexanna can’t help but to look away from him. If she could have blushed anymore, she certainly would be flushed. If for no other reason than what they had experienced with the bite. But she swallows hard, shrugging her shoulders. “Enchanted to have sex.” She says as bluntly as she can, glancing over to him with an amused smile.
Still, she nods when he mentions that there’s a way to help. That’s all she’s wanted, an attempt, an idea to help make it easier after experiencing it first hand. She’s not as afraid this time, far more cautious, but she doesn’t think she’ll be panicking this year. At least not in the way she had last year.
And so she regards him when he asks if it’s the Voice. And she shakes her head quietly as if to say she doesn’t know for sure. “No, but she hasn’t denied anything to us as far as I know.” She admits, though the fault is on her for not going and asking first hand. She doesn’t know, doesn’t want it to affect the wedding. And for it all, she gives him a light smile when he questions her. “A bit nervous because of all the blight that’s around, but not nervous about the event itself.” She says lightly. Her wedding in Asciend had probably been the most stressful one. This one? She knew everyone there, everyone involved, and she felt no real need to worry. All would be right, all would be well.
“Well, anytime you want to chat I have two ears to listen and a mind to stretch.” She jests, but she means it. If he wanted to talk, she was there to contribute, to think, to expand.
Still, she nods when he mentions that there’s a way to help. That’s all she’s wanted, an attempt, an idea to help make it easier after experiencing it first hand. She’s not as afraid this time, far more cautious, but she doesn’t think she’ll be panicking this year. At least not in the way she had last year.
And so she regards him when he asks if it’s the Voice. And she shakes her head quietly as if to say she doesn’t know for sure. “No, but she hasn’t denied anything to us as far as I know.” She admits, though the fault is on her for not going and asking first hand. She doesn’t know, doesn’t want it to affect the wedding. And for it all, she gives him a light smile when he questions her. “A bit nervous because of all the blight that’s around, but not nervous about the event itself.” She says lightly. Her wedding in Asciend had probably been the most stressful one. This one? She knew everyone there, everyone involved, and she felt no real need to worry. All would be right, all would be well.
“Well, anytime you want to chat I have two ears to listen and a mind to stretch.” She jests, but she means it. If he wanted to talk, she was there to contribute, to think, to expand.
until the lambs
have become
lions
