in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
She listens as Maea tells her that Ludo said it hadn’t been possible, and she wonders what exactly she had been given by the Voice that could disable the magic if it were impossible to stop it permanently. Perhaps she’d have to activate it continuously, that it might grow exhausting, and if the Voice could create something like it then perhaps the gods could, but it was more work than it was worth.Musings for another day, she supposes. She nods regardless. “Might be able to disable it somehow, at least for a time. I can.” A roll of her shoulders thoughtfully, fingers tapping briefly at her chin before her gaze tracks back on the magic between them and the butterfly that floats around the room. Her gaze returns to Maea as she muses a lot of questions that Rexanna can’t answer, but she can relate to far more than even she realizes.
“Sometimes you don’t need their acceptance.” She shrugs lightly, thoughtfully. “You do the best with what you’re given, and if they deign to not see it, that’s on them in the end, is it not?” Another thoughtful suggestion before she settles in, tucking her legs beneath her on her old couch as Maea apologizes. “No need to apologize. It’s been a difficult year, and you’ve been dealing with your own things once you’ve come back.” She gives the girl a small nod. “But we are glad you’re back.” She gives Maea a bright fanged smile, that she is glad, the more people they learn about and see, who suddenly disappear, suddenly returning was always good news in her book.
REXANNA
