REXANNA
She doesn’t mind his overreactions. In fact, had he seen her last Longnight, he’d understand her own deep ingrained panics. But she keeps those quiet for now, imagining that he wouldn’t judge her for them exactly how she isn’t judging him for his. But when he explains, she puffs out her bottom lip in a slight pout, as though the news has ruined any plans of hers. “Well there goes that idea.” She hums, jesting, hoping to make him smile to her with her ridiculousness.
“I guess I’ll have to leave something distinctly me behind.” But what it is, she doesn’t know. “Or maybe just me.” She snorts, a wry smile sent his way before they reach the grounds and she tilts her head to him, to see if he’d rather her stay and they chat, or if he’s had enough for the night and she should head home.
“I guess I’ll have to leave something distinctly me behind.” But what it is, she doesn’t know. “Or maybe just me.” She snorts, a wry smile sent his way before they reach the grounds and she tilts her head to him, to see if he’d rather her stay and they chat, or if he’s had enough for the night and she should head home.
until the lambs
have become
lions
