REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
He begins to explain what it means and she pauses abruptly, brows inching further together at the realization. And she looks back to him, seeing that young boyish face, and a small amount of sorrow leaks within her. “No, there won’t be any of that I can assure you.” She tells him a bit firmly. Not like she would want to, anyway, how old even is he? But in fairness, how old had she been when she started it all, too? She passes over it as he asks why they have to have a title, and she shakes her head of the sadness that has filled her gut. “Because there are many others who are different here. Ones with magic, ones who can shift into different creatures, and ones whom are relatively normal in comparison.” She explains, lifting a hand to spark a tiny firework as if to show him. “I’m both, Ascended and Abandoned. Abandoneds are the ones that can wield magic.” She hopes it helps but she’s unsure. Instead, she continues to walk onto the path with the snow, and he trails after her and pipes up his questions.
“I am! And no, he won’t be. He’s Ascended like us, but a painter. Spends many nights painting and drawing. We’re going to my other home, so that way you can have some quiet while you adjust.” She says softly, trailing back a small amount to look back at him and give him an encouraging smile.
