sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She lets Bastien speak to the comment of their child, finding nothing else to add that her husband hasn’t covered. So she focuses instead on the mention of Maea, dark brows furrowing as surprise and sorrow crosses along her face. “Maea?” She repeats, lips curling into a frown as she folds up her bag and remains crouched before the rocks they work on.
“She was considered a friend to me as well.” Though the last time they’d spoken, she’d rescued the girl from the scorching sun of LongHeat, given her food, played with magic with one another before she’d gone on her way. “Is there anything we can do for you? To memorialize her other than a lantern?” She asks, wanting to help Amun in whatever way she could.
And she grows silent again when Bastien asks what it’s for, tying off her bag and preparing to heft it over her shoulder.
“She was considered a friend to me as well.” Though the last time they’d spoken, she’d rescued the girl from the scorching sun of LongHeat, given her food, played with magic with one another before she’d gone on her way. “Is there anything we can do for you? To memorialize her other than a lantern?” She asks, wanting to help Amun in whatever way she could.
And she grows silent again when Bastien asks what it’s for, tying off her bag and preparing to heft it over her shoulder.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
