REXANNA
He’s being quite stubborn, and she can both understand it while still remaining confused by it, and so she pauses in her weaving to answer him – gaze lifting to meet his when he looks up, some form of dark mockery along his face at it. “The Temple.” She puts it simply, puts it bluntly. “Nobody told me what happened.” And they hadn’t, she’d just heard around the town what had occurred, but nothing from nobody that was indeed there.
At the mention of nothing, she simply just shrugs – content to let him find nothing else to taunt her with, unsure how to help, and she focuses her attention back on the multicolored straw within her palms as she begins to weave them together once more, flattening the pieces and creating a small ribbon of fabric with her magic to tie it down, creating another to hand it to him as a form of a brace to help hold the straw down to weave it.
At the mention of nothing, she simply just shrugs – content to let him find nothing else to taunt her with, unsure how to help, and she focuses her attention back on the multicolored straw within her palms as she begins to weave them together once more, flattening the pieces and creating a small ribbon of fabric with her magic to tie it down, creating another to hand it to him as a form of a brace to help hold the straw down to weave it.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
