REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
He seemed so nostalgic when he spoke, yet Rexanna was all ears – picturing it to the best of her ability this “Venice” and what he might have gone through in that life. And suddenly, as he painted the picture within her mind she smiled in response at his comment of nobles. She nodded, too, because never had she really heard a more accurate statement. “They’re awful.” She acknowledged, knowing that while she had been noble before her exile, she had always done her best not to act like one. She knew where she came from, and she knew how those people acted.As Bastien continued, and ended on a brief but, she listened to him as he made the point. She nodded as he shrugged and spoke that he hoped they’d be fine without him, she offered him a gentle smile. “I think if they’ve learned anything from you, they’ll be able to handle themselves.” She said with a quiet laugh. “And it seems perhaps we have more in common than we thought.” She paused, eyeing him suspiciously in a playful manner. “Remember how I told you I grew up as a servant?” She paused with a whimsical smile. “It’s how I learned to sew; I would steal torn dresses that the nobles wouldn’t dare wear before and make clothes out of them.”
But then she thought about it a bit longer and sighed, her smile faltering slightly though she regained the composure he needed. “But when I became a noble, I tried my hardest to not be like them. They’re ruthless in their endeavor for power, and despite it being dropped to me I had never wanted it, never craved anything such.” She paused, glancing back to Bastien. “Except the magic is nice.” She teased with a small smirk.
