Rexanna hadn’t truly been to the Oasis before, and she had found that on her walk to get away from everything that had been going on, it seemed as good a time as ever. It wasn’t frozen over by the harsh winter months, and instead might be a pleasant place to be. A place to have a good time to think for herself, and try to come to terms with where her status in this world was located. Perhaps she’d go and find Rory at some point and they could talk about it – level it out, understand each other. But gods she wanted him to apologize to her.
Later – later would be better. When she wasn’t still fuming about it the longer she thought about it. Perhaps it was for the better for all of them.
She had been lost in her thoughts, not paying any attention at all to the world around her as she trudged her way through puddles and mud toward the glimmering surface in the distance. It wasn’t until she heard a bark in the distance that she came to reality and grew intensely curious at what had caused it. She began to follow where she thought the sound had come from, luckily not taking too long to spot a unique white fox and not a raven, playing with a smallish worm?
A smile began to form on her lips briefly before she noticed the thing behind the fox – a worm nearly the size of herself, hunting the poor fox. “MOVE!” She shouted, hoping the sound might scare the fox into moving away from the creature behind it. Immediately, she wanted to run in, to fight it off before she remembered that she had magic and one she could use to attempt to inflict harm. She raised a hand and aimed it at the worm, shooting out a large firework and watched as it sparked and glimmered in a minimal arc.
Gods, she hoped it hit.
Later – later would be better. When she wasn’t still fuming about it the longer she thought about it. Perhaps it was for the better for all of them.
She had been lost in her thoughts, not paying any attention at all to the world around her as she trudged her way through puddles and mud toward the glimmering surface in the distance. It wasn’t until she heard a bark in the distance that she came to reality and grew intensely curious at what had caused it. She began to follow where she thought the sound had come from, luckily not taking too long to spot a unique white fox and not a raven, playing with a smallish worm?
A smile began to form on her lips briefly before she noticed the thing behind the fox – a worm nearly the size of herself, hunting the poor fox. “MOVE!” She shouted, hoping the sound might scare the fox into moving away from the creature behind it. Immediately, she wanted to run in, to fight it off before she remembered that she had magic and one she could use to attempt to inflict harm. She raised a hand and aimed it at the worm, shooting out a large firework and watched as it sparked and glimmered in a minimal arc.
Gods, she hoped it hit.
