a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — Rexanna snickered in response to Phoebe with a small nod. “I plan on going alone whenever I do meet them.” She mentioned with a quiet ending chuckle. “Precaution, you know.” She winked to her friend as they continued. But as the revelation that Safrin’s blessing helped Phoebe survive Longnight, she nodded, thankful that something had intervened to keep her friend here despite what all had happened that terrible time. But Phoebe mentioned Ludo, and Rexanna nodded to that as well – willing to take any kind of suggestions when it came to meeting the gods. She had absolutely no idea when it came to meeting Frey what to expect, but if she could gather an idea of what she could see with the others, she’d take any boon she could get. And despite everything that Phoebe thought of herself, she found it very helpful that the girl knew so much about the gods and could be a valuable source of information in that regard. Even if she didn’t think of herself very high, Rexanna thought of her as a good and wonderful friend, someone she couldn’t imagine what it would be like without her around. The conversation shifted to Frey, however, and she laughed at the image that Phoebe painted in her mind. “Oh gods!” She laughed louder now. “If that were the case, I don’t imagine that the demi god would be around for very long.” She shrugged with a small snicker. “Or maybe get put into a bootcamp of sorts.” She grinned. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.