REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
“But it is too late.” Came Deimos’ deep voice, and she nodded with a sigh. It was too late, too late to change everything. Too late to prevent Ronin and the group descending on the Spire Demon. Too late to prevent Ronin’s death and the Spire Demons. Perhaps it was better to leave it the way it was, to remain in the bubble if it meant war wouldn’t spark upon them. If it meant Ronin was still around to care for his beautiful child.Or perhaps, she could imagine it with Ronin like a martyr of sorts. And perhaps that is why the Naturals had grown so upset. An Outlander team, killing the Spire Demon and either rescuing them or damning them all. Would they have been as upset if a group of Naturals had done it? Her brows furrowed as she considered Deimos’ question. “I think perhaps had it been the Naturals, there would be no upset. The Outlanders would have supported them.” She contemplated, tilting her head as her sapphire gaze lingered on the logs that Deimos was stacking.
“But the Naturals had tried so many times before and failed and felt no need to continue.” She finally put together the words before her mind kicked off again. “But it was Outlanders, and maybe they fear the idea that we want to be praised for it. That they had tried so many times and failed, to have a group of us fight it and win.” She considered the thought again before she looked back and caught Deimos’ own ocean gaze.
“I think we need to talk to someone that was there for it.” She said, a wolfish smile growing on her face as she moved to Deimos and tried to grab ahold of his arm, uncertain if he’d come with her. “Safrin might be more willing to talk about it than Frey, so we will try to get her at a different shrine.” She said thoughtfully while she tried to tug on Deimos’ broad arm. She glanced up to him then, deciding that she certainly didn’t want to summon Frey with Deimos if she ever wanted to be friends with him again.
And besides, she’d never met Safrin before.
