hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
She snorts to his comment, giving him a brighter smile in response. “Well, Loren and Peter have always been kind to me.” She shrugs, spinning the basket slowly before her green gaze finds the basket and she hears his comment. Part of her preens at it, pleased that she’s given a good impression, hopeful to keep it that way. “Likewise, you aren’t what I expected either.” She offers, a bright smile briefly crossing her face. Where Wessex was more like her moniker of the Wraith, a scythe of sorts, Rexanna tended to lean a bit more into the role of water – attempting to smooth out the waves before they grew too rocky and too unsteady.
She gives him her full attention when he explains the Fire blessings, green gaze attentive and focused. “I see. A little spark of hope through the dark I’d imagine.” A half crooked smile crossing her features. “Do you have fireworks there?” She asks with a slight twinkle to her eye – perhaps she could show him one of hers, see how they might take to it for the fire blessing, see if it would be something to add to what seems like a very important event.
But once she’s inspected that basket, she picks up a second one – this one woven with golds and blacks and reds, like fire in a sense. Using a bit of magic, she creates a small band of sorts, embellished with a little crescent moon along the blue fabric, and she uses it to barter for said basket. Coming away with it, she goes to hand it to Neron with a knowing look in response to his question. “Our bites are quite… Lovely, for both others and ourselves. But other than that the rest of the senses are deadened.” She smirks lightly. “It's not so bad though, you can't feel any pain, so that's a plus.” Part of her almost subconsciously moves to rub at her chest, at the scarring but she doesn’t, instead she goes to lead him further down the Settlement toward the Manor.
She gives him her full attention when he explains the Fire blessings, green gaze attentive and focused. “I see. A little spark of hope through the dark I’d imagine.” A half crooked smile crossing her features. “Do you have fireworks there?” She asks with a slight twinkle to her eye – perhaps she could show him one of hers, see how they might take to it for the fire blessing, see if it would be something to add to what seems like a very important event.
But once she’s inspected that basket, she picks up a second one – this one woven with golds and blacks and reds, like fire in a sense. Using a bit of magic, she creates a small band of sorts, embellished with a little crescent moon along the blue fabric, and she uses it to barter for said basket. Coming away with it, she goes to hand it to Neron with a knowing look in response to his question. “Our bites are quite… Lovely, for both others and ourselves. But other than that the rest of the senses are deadened.” She smirks lightly. “It's not so bad though, you can't feel any pain, so that's a plus.” Part of her almost subconsciously moves to rub at her chest, at the scarring but she doesn’t, instead she goes to lead him further down the Settlement toward the Manor.
storm in the sky, fire in the streets
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
