REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She nodded to Deimos as he spoke, of the fear and almost desperation that coated the Natural’s poisoning barbs. They were scared, and she understood that. But Rexanna had been scared many times in her life because of changes and uncertainties. But she was still alive, better for learning from her experiences and if she had a choice, she’d be willing to explore the outside of the barrier. She had already told Bastien she would go with him. And she planned to keep that promise.Soon, she was tugging on him and captured an almost desperate question. Her hand stilled as she realized he didn’t want to meet any of the gods. Had seen the flicker of anger in his eyes when she first told him of Frey. And suddenly, she felt sad for wanting him to come. But she didn’t see any other way; and thought that having more than one of them might make it more likely for the gods to come to them. Perhaps they wouldn’t, and Deimos could breathe a sigh of relief. Or perhaps they did and told them to remain within the barrier, to not have it lost because of some kind of foe. Invader. Destroyer. She sighed slightly through her nose as she looked up to her friend with a frown crossing her face.
“I think it is the only way.” She answered him simply. “Nobody has said they’ve found anything from the library. The only other option is to see what they have to say.” Her frown deepened for a brief moment as she patted his arm. “They might not even answer, but I think it’s worth the risk.” She finally said, eyes a bit pleading. She needed to know, needed to see if there was anything they could do within their own rights. Needed everyone to see each other’s side and move on from there.
Why else would they go?
Taking his hand gently, she offered him a small soft smile. “Come on, we’ll go to a different shrine and see who comes.” She said simply, as if the task was just that. But it wasn’t, and she began to walk. She only hoped it was a good idea.
