a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She didn’t really believe Phoebe when she said that Emmett would listen to her. In fact, many people had said that as of late — a voice for the people, with the grace and ability to hold her own. But she didn’t believe them. Rexanna has a well managed temper, but when pushed or threatened it would unleash an inferno. She could speak for people, had been trained as to how, had always had a voice in her profession before her status had been lifted. The difference was that Rexanna had never wanted to do it. And she had no true desire to do it now. Yet there were a few faces here that needed a calm conversation of dignity and understanding, with that calm collected mask that she bore for the more difficult of times. And it had never actually left her, she’d just buried it away to pull out on a rainy day. But she nodded to Phoebe regardless. And listened diligently as her question was answered. How Frey had summoned her to them, to tell Phoebe she had answered the quest. And she was happy for her friend, deep down that she had accomplished it. But the gift Frey had given Phoebe gave Rexanna pause, even though her face lit up with the item and the description. “That is great!” She said, happy for her friend yet that odd, burning sensation began to build in her chest and her gut again. When Phoebe spoke of it being a stressful time, Rexanna nodded and swallowed a bit hard. “It is a stressful time, quite painful as well.” She acknowledged, looking away from Phoebe and back over the side of the bridge. “But anything that helps for that is incredibly useful to a midwife!” She said, smiling softly as she shot a glance to Phoebe. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.