the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. She had been looking for a human body, but that would have hardly resulted in finding Remi in any timely manner. Instead, her eyes frantically darted around, glancing to each piece of earth, using her hands to brush off the debris on her to make it easier for her to look for him. But luckily, it didn’t take long. Instead of a human, she was greeted by a hawk’s cry. Her eyes widened as the bird flew toward the ground, shifting back into himself. Immediately, she was surprised at the magic used (having only seen magic similar in Halyven once in a very small while) and sharply inhaled as he reached toward her. Thankful, she took his arm gently for a few moments, partially to make sure she wasn’t going to fall over due to the surprise of what had happened between the earthquake – and the not quite man, bird, person she had met. His eyes scanned over her face while her eyes did the same to the rest of him before nodding to his answer. “Somehow, yes. Are you?” She questioned, tilting her head to get a better look upon him until she followed his darting eyes to the shrine that had just appeared. A quiet “oh no” and alarm gracing his bright eyes and immediately Rexanna began to feel a bit defensive. “What is it?” She asked quietly, her own sapphire gaze lingering on the shrine before she let go of Remi and kept her eyes on it. “Do we get closer?” She asked, concern causing her brows to furrow together . She didn’t particularly want to get closer, but she was infinitely more curious and one day she was certain it would be the death of her. What kind of thing could create such an earthquake to reveal some odd formation of stone? Did it want to be noticed? Or did it want to be left well enough alone? She figured the latter, but why go through so much trouble to reveal it if some unknown force wanted it hidden? Of course, Rexanna had no idea of what the gods here were like – if there were any – but she was a firm believer in some higher power. She figured without it, she would’ve been dead long ago. So she inhaled deeply, calming her racing heart and looked to Remi with apologetic eyes, hoping that perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible idea? “Do you think it's dangerous?” She asked with a slight smile twitching the corners of her lips up, unaware and naïve. Then, she took a step toward the shrine with another deep inhale, not realizing how stupid her possible last words were. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.