REXANNA
It sounded like a little adventure, and Rexanna was happy to help a friend. She is grateful for those that have taken her Ascension in stride, and Adam has taken it better than most. Plus there was a chance she might find something useful in their treasure hunt and she is always on the lookout for new elements to incorporate into her wardrobe designs.
There is a desk, nearly intact, and she pulls open a drawer to rifle through the contents of someone long-since dead or fled. Ribbons and marbles, fragments of eggshells and brass buttons that have lost their shine move beneath her fingers, relics of a child’s treasures that bring a pang to her heart. The items might have belonged to a little girl like she had once been. A little girl that she might have once had, but she has a new family now, and a loving husband, and there is no sorrow at the thought as she gently closes the drawer again.
The place gives her a strange feeling of nostalgia, as though there’s something unfinished here, but Adam has been tense ever since they found the mirror. She’s a little surprised by it, but she’s been happy to leave it to him to decide whether or not they’ll be taking it back, at least until he speaks up. She doesn’t need to breathe, but she still draws in a gasp on habit as she turns to see what’s scared him and sees the pale creature crawling out of the mirror.
The Penumbra is not easily frightened but this is no ordinary nightmare. A firework tingles at the edges of her fingers, not quite called forth but ready to use at a moment’s notice. Still, she isn’t going to judge someone based on appearances. She walks slowly towards Adam and the door, never taking her eyes from the creature. Or is it a girl? “Hello.” If they’ve intruded in her house, a polite greeting is the least she can do. “Don’t mind us, we’re just leaving.”
But maybe the girl does mind, because she hasn’t stopped walking towards them, her bare feet making wet slapping sounds against the floor. That’s the only sound in the room, other than Adam’s breathing, and the Penumbra gives her friend a sharp nod to get out of there while she brings up the rear, magic at the ready.
There is a desk, nearly intact, and she pulls open a drawer to rifle through the contents of someone long-since dead or fled. Ribbons and marbles, fragments of eggshells and brass buttons that have lost their shine move beneath her fingers, relics of a child’s treasures that bring a pang to her heart. The items might have belonged to a little girl like she had once been. A little girl that she might have once had, but she has a new family now, and a loving husband, and there is no sorrow at the thought as she gently closes the drawer again.
The place gives her a strange feeling of nostalgia, as though there’s something unfinished here, but Adam has been tense ever since they found the mirror. She’s a little surprised by it, but she’s been happy to leave it to him to decide whether or not they’ll be taking it back, at least until he speaks up. She doesn’t need to breathe, but she still draws in a gasp on habit as she turns to see what’s scared him and sees the pale creature crawling out of the mirror.
The Penumbra is not easily frightened but this is no ordinary nightmare. A firework tingles at the edges of her fingers, not quite called forth but ready to use at a moment’s notice. Still, she isn’t going to judge someone based on appearances. She walks slowly towards Adam and the door, never taking her eyes from the creature. Or is it a girl? “Hello.” If they’ve intruded in her house, a polite greeting is the least she can do. “Don’t mind us, we’re just leaving.”
But maybe the girl does mind, because she hasn’t stopped walking towards them, her bare feet making wet slapping sounds against the floor. That’s the only sound in the room, other than Adam’s breathing, and the Penumbra gives her friend a sharp nod to get out of there while she brings up the rear, magic at the ready.
