in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
At the mention of Maea going to see Phoebe, Rexanna nods to that with a small thoughtful smile – though it fades slightly, uncertain what exactly is going to be happening for the young midwife. “She lost her nephews during Fiat Lux after she started caring for them after LongNight when their mother died.” She informs the other woman, gaze drifting over to the windows with drawn curtains, the light filtering in slowly. “So she would likely love some good news.” Something good among the bleak streak of black.But the conversation shifts toward Ascending, the Voice, how she’d survived and what the Voice had given her for it all. And her gaze flits back to Maea, feeling a hint of a tone of judgement from the pale girl – so similar to Jigano’s own worries and anxieties that perhaps she hadn’t thought it out fully before doing it. But she had, and nobody had forced her into it regardless of what people thought. She had made the choice for her and her alone, and she was proud of it.
“She did tell me, yes.” She announces at first. “She asked me numerous times that if it was something that I wanted to do, and I said yes, even when it felt like my magic was trying to rip out of my soul and my being. It was worth it, to me.” It’s almost casual the way she says it, but there’s that light smile that crosses her face afterwards. Yes, it was talked about, it was considered for a long time. “I had weighed the pros and cons for months before there was a slight push in my life and I went to the Voice and asked.”
REXANNA
