RExANNA
the penumbra
She’s a bit late to the party, but already there’s a grin along her face. She knows everyone there, Zidane – perhaps not as much as the rest of them – but they’re all familiar faces. She trots up to greet them, a swift jog to catch up with her hair tied back and a couple of nets she’s brought with her just on the off chance they might need them – though it seems Amun has that part covered. “Sorry I’m late!” She chimes as she arrives.
She sides up next to Sam, edging her elbow out to try and tap the Ascended with a soft smile as she pulls her hood down – enjoying the night of Torchline just as much as the day. “So, might be a bit dark of a question, but do the Hels need to be alive for this?” She asks, her head tilting toward the group as she waits for a response – wondering if she could get some target practice in.
She sides up next to Sam, edging her elbow out to try and tap the Ascended with a soft smile as she pulls her hood down – enjoying the night of Torchline just as much as the day. “So, might be a bit dark of a question, but do the Hels need to be alive for this?” She asks, her head tilting toward the group as she waits for a response – wondering if she could get some target practice in.
don't get cut on my edges
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
