[seasonal event] swans & swimming

As Melita explained her situation with the gourd, Rexanna could only smile at her. She had a kind heart, but yet she still seemed molded in fire and metal. She was young, but strong, and Rexanna could relate to that in a heartbeat. So she nodded to Melita, understanding shining in her eyes before they had coaxed the Luxere toward them. Melita, herself, almost seemed glowing as the Luxere reached toward the hand that held the apple – infinitely pleased to be fed in the harshness of winter. Before she knew it, though, Melita’s head turned toward her with a wide grin and bright eyes and Rexanna nodded to her with her own similar smile. It felt almost motherly, and some part of her ached bitterly with the feeling. But soon enough, Melita had moved slightly and slipped an apple into her own palm. Her eyes wide as the Luxere’s velveteen nose graced her hand and the others circled closer like glowing vultures for apples. But there was something about Rexanna that the Luxere hadn’t particularly liked, and when it had reached out for the apple from her hand and grazed her skin, all three Luxere seemed to try and avoid her – preferring the apple delivery from Melita rather than the gilded woman. Huffing a quiet sigh, she wondered what it could be? Was she that different from Melita? Was it the fact she had magic that made all the difference? Maybe the Luxere could smell the fire in her blood and were wary of that fact alone. Regardless, Rexanna was still so happy for Melita, and for the chance to at least give one Luxere an apple before it deemed her unsatisfactory. RexannA nothing ever ends poetically. all that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.

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