silver is your groan. her laugh. twin voices, twin vices
two sets of arrows
Oh no, no, no, no.
She thinks, grappled as she is. Her fire misses the striped fae before her, and with it, she can see the white light of the fae it protects, and she hisses through her teeth and bleeding shoulder. Eyes immediately drift for Amun, who’s departed into the darkness. But Sam is there still, and Wessex, and Rexanna begins to wonder if these are her true friends in the end of it all, before she focuses on the tree again and the Cleric.
Sam calls for the voice, and Wessex begins to move for what she can only assume to be the reason she’s called the Wraith. And Rexanna, herself, finds she’s proud of them both despite their predicament. So instead of focusing her draining power on Kitty, this time, she aims it toward Cleric, aiming to stop the healing, aiming to distract, while she tries to wiggle herself out of the tight grasp of the roots.
Rexanna tries to wiggle her way out of the tree roots and directs her fire to CLERIC.
She thinks, grappled as she is. Her fire misses the striped fae before her, and with it, she can see the white light of the fae it protects, and she hisses through her teeth and bleeding shoulder. Eyes immediately drift for Amun, who’s departed into the darkness. But Sam is there still, and Wessex, and Rexanna begins to wonder if these are her true friends in the end of it all, before she focuses on the tree again and the Cleric.
Sam calls for the voice, and Wessex begins to move for what she can only assume to be the reason she’s called the Wraith. And Rexanna, herself, finds she’s proud of them both despite their predicament. So instead of focusing her draining power on Kitty, this time, she aims it toward Cleric, aiming to stop the healing, aiming to distract, while she tries to wiggle herself out of the tight grasp of the roots.
Rexanna tries to wiggle her way out of the tree roots and directs her fire to CLERIC.
all pointing home
REXANNA
