in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
The tech she had been given had come in handy with the shift in seasons. When the sun was out far longer than it had been – when she needed to be more protected from it while also retaining her duties as queen, and with it she’s managed to keep it in her pocket and ready to spring it out at a moments notice. She brings her parasol for the shorter excursions, to keep her in the shadow, hood atop her head to keep everything out, sleeves long and dark. It helps being unable to feel the heat, not having it react with her. And at this present moment when she moves from one building to another, she spots Maea – a person she hasn’t seen in… Gods, forever?She pauses, drifting into the shadow to kneel before the pale woman – green gaze looking at her to see what was fully wrong. “Maea?” She asks quietly, pushing into the shade of the building further, pushing the parasol over her shoulder to help against any reflection of sunlight there may be. She narrows in on the other woman – the one that they had practiced their magics together, a lifetime ago, when she’d been only Abandoned. Before Zariah, before her wedding, before the blight… Before, well, everything.
Concern laces her dark brows, inching them forward as she glances back out to the busy settlement. “I’ve got a quieter place we can go if you need a place to rest and get some food and drink?” She says. It’s not too far from her old home, the one that Clemente now occupies. Sure that Clem won’t mind if she drops in for a moment (though he might not even be there, given what’s happened recently), she looks back to Maea with her offer, ready to take the girls hand and lead her there should she wish to.
REXANNA
