"Must I?" he pretended to pout at being told he had to forgive her for her secrets. He reached into his sleeve theatrically and withdrew a rose that he created with his earth magic, as if by old-fashioned sleight of hand. "Can I not bribe more information out of you?" he teased, proffering the flower beneath the spreading glow of moonlight as the stars shimmered faintly in the darkening sky above. No snow was left upon the ground, but the white glow of the Glade's stones give the place a curiously washed-out feeling that still managed to pick up hints of color and enhance them, like jewels peeking out from eyes and clothes.
The lightness in his eyes faded slightly along with his smile as some of the humor slipped away at an uncomfortable thought. "Can you at least tell me whether Wessex will continue to be involved?" he asked more seriously, for even if Rexanna had only heard the former Queen's side of things, neither he nor the Wraith was hiding their active animosity for each other anymore.
The lightness in his eyes faded slightly along with his smile as some of the humor slipped away at an uncomfortable thought. "Can you at least tell me whether Wessex will continue to be involved?" he asked more seriously, for even if Rexanna had only heard the former Queen's side of things, neither he nor the Wraith was hiding their active animosity for each other anymore.
