and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
LongNight is over, thankfully, and in its place comes the opportunity to speak to the Voice. A task that she’s managed to bring both Bastien and Samuel to, as she leans against Bastien for the support and direction. She can’t feel the cold, can’t see where she’s going, nor can she do much other than listen. Yet she’s thankful for Bastien as he pauses, as he guides her, as he ensures the direction they’re headed.
She’s glad he’s given her a chance to walk on her own, the assurances he tells her while they do.
Her arm tightens around Bastien’s before they reach the shrine, and once they get there, Rexanna pauses with the rest of them. Head angled up, bandana remaining on her face, she tilts it toward where she thinks the shrine is. “Lady Voice?” She utters, because that’s all she can really do is be their voice. “We wish to speak with you.” And gods how she hopes her goddess can give her new eyes.
She’s glad he’s given her a chance to walk on her own, the assurances he tells her while they do.
Her arm tightens around Bastien’s before they reach the shrine, and once they get there, Rexanna pauses with the rest of them. Head angled up, bandana remaining on her face, she tilts it toward where she thinks the shrine is. “Lady Voice?” She utters, because that’s all she can really do is be their voice. “We wish to speak with you.” And gods how she hopes her goddess can give her new eyes.
storm in the sky, fire in the street
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
