REXANNA
She focuses on him while she weaves, listening as he mentions Ronin attacking the temple. Then she listens while he tells her who all was there, trying to distract and reason with Ronin – but Ronin likely had been too grief stricken to realize, to understand, to care what happened. And she frowns with that, recalling the broken look across his face as he arrived on a cloud and then walked away, while she held his daughter in her arms.
She follows his gaze to the sky, watching the moon with him and pausing in her weaving. She’d heard about Amalia, heard about the condition, and she frowns to that. But it still doesn’t explain his hand. Her head lowers as she focuses on the prosthetic, head tilting curiously toward it. “I see. Is that how you lost your hand?” She asks, wondering which part of it had caused the hand to get lost among everything.
She follows his gaze to the sky, watching the moon with him and pausing in her weaving. She’d heard about Amalia, heard about the condition, and she frowns to that. But it still doesn’t explain his hand. Her head lowers as she focuses on the prosthetic, head tilting curiously toward it. “I see. Is that how you lost your hand?” She asks, wondering which part of it had caused the hand to get lost among everything.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
