As Jigano spoke, she flashed him an amused grin. “You would think so.” She huffed with a quiet laugh, before contemplating it. “But in all fairness, it was to try and replace a curse on another from the same god.” She shrugged her shoulders with a tilt of her head. Perhaps if it were for something else, it would be more of a noble gesture. But to try and replace one offense with another, only seemed to anger Frey more in that regard. But she had learned that despite the curses and the terrible things Frey probably could do, they had shown her some mercy in teaching her not to destroy herself for others – they wouldn’t do the same for her.
But Jigano began to warn her of the sentient books and she continued to search for clothes to suit the bard as he told her his story. She laughed along with him, nodding in agreement to the idea of being cautious the next time she was there. Rexanna had only ever gone once and found little information that she needed. Instead, that was where she had met Archebold and had danced with him for the first time – though it wouldn’t have been the last. She’d found Archebold as a decent dance partner for the time. Regardless, she listened as he mentioned he was partial to white fur and she dug through more to find some bigger sets – even a scarf perhaps. She didn’t know why he liked white fur, but she could see that his hair was white and perhaps it helped to blend in.
So she listened to his tale, making tiny “oh!” sounds throughout at the surprise of it. She continued to search through the trunk until she came up with a dry pair of pants and a couple of comfortable warm shirts he could switch into and layer with the furs and a few pieces of leathers as well. Turning to him, she rested her hands along the soft furs and listened as he finished his story. “Oh my!” She hummed, amused and involved in the story. “So… you have to finish the storyline? Like you’re actually a part of it?” She hummed thoughtfully. “What happened with the firebird? Did you bring it back to the King?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, her eyes open wide in surprise and intrigue. If that king in the book was like the king she’d known, the firebird would’ve likely died after the huntsmen had caught it.
But Jigano began to warn her of the sentient books and she continued to search for clothes to suit the bard as he told her his story. She laughed along with him, nodding in agreement to the idea of being cautious the next time she was there. Rexanna had only ever gone once and found little information that she needed. Instead, that was where she had met Archebold and had danced with him for the first time – though it wouldn’t have been the last. She’d found Archebold as a decent dance partner for the time. Regardless, she listened as he mentioned he was partial to white fur and she dug through more to find some bigger sets – even a scarf perhaps. She didn’t know why he liked white fur, but she could see that his hair was white and perhaps it helped to blend in.
So she listened to his tale, making tiny “oh!” sounds throughout at the surprise of it. She continued to search through the trunk until she came up with a dry pair of pants and a couple of comfortable warm shirts he could switch into and layer with the furs and a few pieces of leathers as well. Turning to him, she rested her hands along the soft furs and listened as he finished his story. “Oh my!” She hummed, amused and involved in the story. “So… you have to finish the storyline? Like you’re actually a part of it?” She hummed thoughtfully. “What happened with the firebird? Did you bring it back to the King?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, her eyes open wide in surprise and intrigue. If that king in the book was like the king she’d known, the firebird would’ve likely died after the huntsmen had caught it.
