light the fuse

REXANNA for a time it seemed to me, that we were starlight-touched... failing to realize that we were starcrossed, The woman listened quietly, content to sit among friends and learn while Maea addressed Amalia. Her sapphire gaze danced between the two before settling on Amalia as she began to step closer and inform them of the old gods. Sitting forward now in the chair, her eyes pay close attention to Amalia as she listens, brows furrowing together slightly but nodding along – but before Amalia continues much more, she addresses Maea and the rags she wears – the ones from Ludo, evidently. A god of which Rexanna hasn’t met yet, but she hopes to make a chance of meeting them all one day. But then, Amalia speaks to them again, and she listens as her eyes dance between all of her company, darting to Deimos briefly as the suggestion from Amalia arises. The deep voice of her companion rises, to say that he is willing to read, and to which Rexanna agrees. There’s no harm in helping, especially for a common goal. And plus, she knew everyone here at least to an extent (Jigano included, wherever he might be), and she finds it pleasant despite everything to learn among them – to find new things and events that might have occurred in the past that even the Natural’s hadn’t known yet. So Rexanna nodded, to everyone there with a chipper smile along her face. “I would be honored.” She said after, eyes dancing from Deimos (whom had been the one at her side in another life, another world, finding information among the fray, among the fog where it might have been hard to see if it weren’t for the two of them) to Amalia and Maea, prepared to venture into the books and see what kind of notes and other oddities they could find. the stars were never on our side.