[Mini Event] come follow me down

REXANNA

golden child, lion girl —
tell me what it’s like to conquer.

An arm reaches around her shoulder, and she looks up as Amun approaches, eyeing the man. “Boots are good for every season, Amun.” She teases him, a chiding tone to her voice as she snorts and focuses on the jewel he holds up. “Oh, thank you!” She chimes, reaching forward to hug the man, giving him a small little box once she pulls away (inside he’ll find a small trinket of a basket, for the time they spent together, made in hardened clay as though she’d done some research to how pottery was made) before moving onto the rest of those that had arrived.

Zidane approaches next, offering a jar with fireflies that light up her face. It’s reflected in the grin she offers the man, reaching forward to take it with a bright grin. “This is lovely!” Her gaze seeks out Zidane, before reaching forward to hand the man a small little trinket as well – this one crafted with her magic to be a small little firefly.

She spots Nate out of the corner of her eye, makes a note to approach and have a small little chat with the man, before her attention is caught by Neron and she flits toward him with a wide fanged grin. “Thank you for coming.” She hums to him, dipping her head to greet him. And when she focuses on the fist that Neron clenches, spotting the ice rosebud, her grin grows even wider, though she looks up to him with a hint of a conspirators smirk. She reaches forward to pluck the gift from his palm, and while she does it she leaves a small metal trinket of a snowflake with a small firework bursting within the center of it – a token of friendship, perhaps, much the same – prepared to give the gift over and over again until the magic lets it stay. The ice of the rosebud doesn’t melt in her cold fingers, nor can she feel the bite as she inspects it and lifts her gaze to Loren with a bright smile.

An eclipse necklace? A thoughtful addition, and something she’d done much the same of for him, thinking along the same lines with a slight bubbly laugh. “Ach,  you.” She chides Bastien gently, before focusing on taking the necklace from Loren and placing a ring in his hand – one of a golden metal, swirling of luxere antlers and wings of a sparkbird to wrap around the band.

A quick wave is granted toward Sam, before she turns her attention back to Neron. “Neron, this is my husband Bastien. Bastien, Neron. The Warden of the Citadel.” She introduces him easily, gaze flitting toward Bastien with her bright smile along her face, recalling their prior conversation of how she imagined the Ascended would like the leader of Halo.

fearless child, broken girl —
tell me what it’s like to burn.