in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
She lets Maea mull over the information – likely bombarded by the many of it, following down the rabbit holes of separate making, leading to different locations, overlapping only occasionally where she’s sure Jigano could fill in the majority of it. But the mention of them replacing her if she weren’t doing a good job has her nodding slightly – it’s how she’d planned to design it, at least. Toss them out if they weren’t doing what the people wanted. And that’s where the council comes into place.The mention of the blight, of people taking care of themselves before then, Rexanna nods along with that too. “It’s overwhelming.” She agrees quietly, crossing one leg over the other as she looks about her old house, leaning back into the cushions of her seat. “Before, the Grounds never really needed a ruler. But now? Perhaps not with the Greatwood and the Fae. But with Halo, well. I wouldn’t trust them to not come here and try to absorb us into their form of monarchy.” She hasn’t met Neron yet, hasn’t met anyone else other than Zariah. And from just that alone, she doesn’t trust the icy tundra, a place she may have wished to call home.
Her head tilts as she looks back to Maea next, though. “I think that now since you’re back, perhaps finding some normalcy from before you left might help put some pieces back together? Go explore and learn about the Greatwood when you’re ready, or even Halo. But being a Loreseeker, I think that seeking out Jigano might help give you some better pointers.” She offers, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug before she reaches to fiddle with her necklace that crosses the starburst scar on her chest from where she’d been impaled last LongNight.
REXANNA
