they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
There’s a small half smile given Jigano’s way. “Agreed. Why do you think Kiada’s so attached to Deimos, after all? Closest thing to a father figure she has.” A small shrug. Though, Bastien had told her how the Harpy had gone to prepare some decorations for her wedding, and how the girl had instructed him how to paint a decoration to be the spitting image of Marembo, a part of her Helovian history that had been… So incredibly precious to her that she’d kept it, hidden away among the rest of her jewelry. It might have been the most precious thing she had now.
She fiddles somewhat with the wedding ring as she weaves the tale of what Bastien had done for her after the terrible story of her first husband, and she gives him a small chuckle at that. “Not many see that other side. But I’d bet all the money of all the worlds that he’s miles different now than when he started.” She snorts, but her gaze snags on the flower crown with golden yellows and blacks, and she gives him a bright smile and takes it – setting it upon her head before she looks down to her own hands.
A small glimmer of red illuminates her hands before what’s left behind is a small pendent of sorts, easy to be turned into jewelry or anything else, but imprinted on it is a small griffin that looks just like Isuma, and in fine print along the bottom of it are the letters ‘S’ ‘A’ ‘G’ ‘E’. A gift for a gift, and she hands it to him with a small wink. “Thank you Jigano.” A quiet admittance, but she won’t let him just give her something without her giving him one in return.
The mention of returning to her home and council, she dips her head with the flower crown atop it before she sits up fully to stand. “I would very much like that.” She mimics some woman from Asciend with the way that she says it, but she can’t help the curve of her lip in that amused smile as she goes to walk with Jigano to her home.
{—FIN}
She fiddles somewhat with the wedding ring as she weaves the tale of what Bastien had done for her after the terrible story of her first husband, and she gives him a small chuckle at that. “Not many see that other side. But I’d bet all the money of all the worlds that he’s miles different now than when he started.” She snorts, but her gaze snags on the flower crown with golden yellows and blacks, and she gives him a bright smile and takes it – setting it upon her head before she looks down to her own hands.
A small glimmer of red illuminates her hands before what’s left behind is a small pendent of sorts, easy to be turned into jewelry or anything else, but imprinted on it is a small griffin that looks just like Isuma, and in fine print along the bottom of it are the letters ‘S’ ‘A’ ‘G’ ‘E’. A gift for a gift, and she hands it to him with a small wink. “Thank you Jigano.” A quiet admittance, but she won’t let him just give her something without her giving him one in return.
The mention of returning to her home and council, she dips her head with the flower crown atop it before she sits up fully to stand. “I would very much like that.” She mimics some woman from Asciend with the way that she says it, but she can’t help the curve of her lip in that amused smile as she goes to walk with Jigano to her home.
{—FIN}
REXANNA
