a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — They began to walk, and she smiled to her friend as she mentioned she might change Bastien. She didn’t find much wrong with him to begin with, but she knew his need for dramatics and sometimes less than honest opinions, and wondered if those things would change – if he’d be more considerate of the things he did if he knew how it effected those around him. But as Rexanna spoke of Frey helping in the regards of children, she smiled to Phoebe as her laugh grew brighter, bigger almost. Happy to be able to bring small joy to her friend. “Oh? They did?” She questioned as they walked, wondering what kind of leaves those were and how she should probably stay away from them. The idea of them being enchanted in a way was far beyond her thought process as Phoebe piped up with a quip of demigods. Rexanna’s head shifted quickly to Phoebe with a surprised look on her face, one mixed with possible concern. “Is that even possible?” She questioned with an almost nervous tone. The more she thought on it, however, the more she realized it probably was a possibility, and one she’d likely have to be cautious of. But on the other hand, would they work harder to ensure the safety of said child? It was much to take in, and her brows furrowed over the thoughts before she pushed it aside – besides, it wasn’t like it was happening right now. Why should she need to dwell on it. “Could you imagine that?” She questioned, finally uttering a quiet laugh at the idea. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.