REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
His gentleness with what he works with is endearing to Rexanna, as she tilts her head and watches before she interrupts. She can’t see that she startles him, but she can hear that he’s likely crouched, and so she crouches too as he questions if it’s him she’s talking to. And she nods, unable to see him but able to pinpoint his basic location based off his voice and their closeness. She’s likely looking dead at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yes you.” Amusement lingers briefly before she tilts her head.When he answers her, after a moment of likely looking in surprise (she wonders if the bandana has slipped somewhat, unable to feel it adequately) she listens to what he plans on doing. “Ooh.” She begins, turning her head toward where she thought she’d heard him planting said flowers, reaching out delicately with soft hands to try and feel for the upturned dirt and evidence of planting. “They absolutely will brighten it up. What a wonderful thought.” She cheers, turning her head back toward him. “The monsters are pretty nasty things, did you stay inside all week? It's the safest place to be.” She doesn’t know if telling him that the monsters caused her blindness.
He continues to trail off, and she smiles brighter. “It’s not so bad with friends.” She shrugs easily as well. “This year I slipped out though, ended up at the Guildhall only to go back with the rest of them when it burned down.” She admits thoughtfully, a chimed sound leaving her throat at that before she shakes her head. “Anyway, got any extra seeds?” She asks, wanting to help him brighten it up with his instruction.
“I’m Rexanna by the way. Who are you?” Because she can’t see him, but she’s infinitely intrigued.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
