i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
A brighter smile crosses Rexanna’s face at Bastien’s praise. She’s never really tried teaching before. Perhaps when she gets her eyes, she’ll be able to focus on trying it out. Of course, after experiencing Halo, after seeing what the world has to offer for them. For the time, however, Pittore satisfies her, and she appreciates the little gremlin’s attempt. She can’t see the work he’s doing, but honestly it probably looks about as good as her own does.
“He certainly does.” She announces cheerfully toward Bastien as Pittore babbles away. Soon enough, he pushes the fabric back to her to feel, and she runs her fingers along the edges and work, giving quiet praise to Pittore as she adds her own tiny flare before handing it back to the little gremlin.
She listens as Bastien goes to discuss his painting, head lifting as she focuses on the direction his voice is coming from. And she nods in understanding and listening, head tilting slightly, lips curling into a gentle smile at the mention of making statements. And it seems like a good idea, if not… Starting some sort of war in a sense. “We do need to be careful what we do. We’re still heavily blamed for the blight and haven’t exactly repaired the relations since then.” She muses. “I like the idea but people will know that it was likely you. So long as you can deal with the aftermath.” A brief pause, because of the stories of Venice and how he had managed to handle a place like that didn’t seem to make her think he couldn’t.
After a moment she smiles a bit wider. “I think... you should do it.” She says easily, mentally preparing for the storm that's coming.
“He certainly does.” She announces cheerfully toward Bastien as Pittore babbles away. Soon enough, he pushes the fabric back to her to feel, and she runs her fingers along the edges and work, giving quiet praise to Pittore as she adds her own tiny flare before handing it back to the little gremlin.
She listens as Bastien goes to discuss his painting, head lifting as she focuses on the direction his voice is coming from. And she nods in understanding and listening, head tilting slightly, lips curling into a gentle smile at the mention of making statements. And it seems like a good idea, if not… Starting some sort of war in a sense. “We do need to be careful what we do. We’re still heavily blamed for the blight and haven’t exactly repaired the relations since then.” She muses. “I like the idea but people will know that it was likely you. So long as you can deal with the aftermath.” A brief pause, because of the stories of Venice and how he had managed to handle a place like that didn’t seem to make her think he couldn’t.
After a moment she smiles a bit wider. “I think... you should do it.” She says easily, mentally preparing for the storm that's coming.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
