in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
Rexanna’s eyes widen a fraction of an inch when Maea asks of the blood drinking – something that Rexanna had rarely even participated in her nearly year long endeavor as an Ascended. Only for abilities, to fly with Remi when she otherwise could not, to summon a Luxere from Loren during the darkest trek of LongNight. But where a smile would have graced her face at such a question, she can sense the fear from Maea as she begins to grow sheepish, explaining why and Rexanna’s brows furrow slightly to that.“Oh, huh.” She begins pursing her lips before her green gaze lands on Maea once more – a glimmer of honesty within them. “We can get away without drinking blood. Though I have a couple of times before. I’ve always asked first, and it's been to acquire some sort of power. I drank from someone before LongNight in case I needed to create a Sparkbird.” She offers in case it helps alleviate the worries of the pale woman. “It actually feels kind of terrible in the system. It’s kind of a last ditch attempt at surviving if we can’t get replenished by the Voice and we’re pretty hurt.” She shrugs, offering a brighter smile at that.
“I’ve noticed there are some Ascendeds, however, that take it quite far and have a taste for it. The majority I know now though could honestly care less.” She shrugs, waiting in case there’s more questions.
REXANNA
