[Mini Event] To See and Pray [OPEN TO ALL]

REXANNA there's a rotten flower in her mouth, and a bullet hole in yours. For the time being she was done with the drama of the group around her – they had begun to split up, Naturals and Outlanders to each respective part whose eyes remained on the group ahead. To be honest, Rexanna hadn’t been paying much attention, too blinded by the words of Rory and the quiet and honest question of Deimos’ deep rumble of a voice beside her, that when she came to focus on the fight was when everything went wrong. Ronin, the man with the child that had knocked on the Rathskeller door went down and didn’t stand again. And her sapphire gaze slipped to the bundle that Vervain held in her arms briefly before she left. Then her eyes darted to Remi to see him depart as well. A hand raised to her mouth as a quiet gasp left her lips. She wanted to hold onto Deimos, to see if this was real – if this sudden shift in the world they had fallen into was real. The Naturals, spouting garbage about the Outlanders when the one that had planned it had died for them. She grew angry too, angry at all of them. For not taking more with them, for being a group of strangers where the only thing in common was coming here, for trying her best to befriend the Naturals and try and keep them their space despite knowing how they felt. For feeling like it wasn’t enough. It was obvious now, that the Naturals had lumped them all into a group of complications. A group of people with pitchforks out to destroy their land. The only sensible one had been the pale haired woman that held Ludo on her shoulders. And even still, Rexanna shrunk into herself. One voice only did so much against a crowd. And she felt… lost. beauty has always been deadlier, than the battlefield you call home.