Listening to Jigano speak of Isuma warmed her heart, and she couldn’t help the gentle grin that formed on her face with the idea of it. It also didn’t help to assuage it as the gryphon squeaked and attacked with a prideful gleam to her eyes. Regardless of her feisty attitude, she was gentle and intelligent, and Rexanna was happy to have been there, experiencing it all. But as she told Jigano of Marembo, and he questioned if it were from the people of Asciend she shook her head – glancing back to him with a small sad smile.
“It feels like a dream sometimes. It was neither here, nor there, nor my own country. But I have memories, of a different me, as though theyre from the past and the present.” She begins, shaking her head again abruptly. “I sound like I’m losing my mind, but it’s true. There, I was the lead Thief of a place called the Basin. I’m not sure if you’ve met Deimos here, but he was there too. I remember serving him for a time. He was my Lord – in those dreams, different universes. I can remember arriving there to that place the same I arrived here. Sometimes the memories or dreams just snap back into place. Marembo is one of them, marbled coat with flecks of brown and gold.” She shrugs, as if it’s nothing and she doesn’t sound as though she’s losing her mind.
“Things were good there, for a time I think. I had many children. I had a set of twins, one had a vulture and the other a hyena of all things that were like Isuma here.” She tried to laugh, but the words somewhat died on her throat before she cleared it and reached for another soft cloth of fabric. Children, an extremely sore spot for Rexanna, and in those dreams of a different world, time, and place – she had birthed many healthy ones and yet in this version of the world, she had nothing but memories she wasn’t certain were true. She was lucky for Isuma, however, as the gryphon reeped in pride and Jigano mentioned she had charmed her. She felt the smile grow on her face again as she laughed in response – pushing aside the sadness for now.
When Jigano whistled at her impression of Isuma with the charcoal, she hummed a bit of a laugh as he contemplated where to put it best. “Consider it yours, then!” She offered with a wide grin. “I have transmutation magic, so if the colors fade over time I can fix that.” She informed him as she began to lay out the colors – a solid, dark blue for the body. The wings, a lighter blue, and the feather tips the array of a rainbow as it cascaded down from feather to feather. All the while, pausing to eye Isuma and her own wings and fluffiness. “She’s a spitfire, isn’t she?” She questioned with a quiet chuckle.
“It feels like a dream sometimes. It was neither here, nor there, nor my own country. But I have memories, of a different me, as though theyre from the past and the present.” She begins, shaking her head again abruptly. “I sound like I’m losing my mind, but it’s true. There, I was the lead Thief of a place called the Basin. I’m not sure if you’ve met Deimos here, but he was there too. I remember serving him for a time. He was my Lord – in those dreams, different universes. I can remember arriving there to that place the same I arrived here. Sometimes the memories or dreams just snap back into place. Marembo is one of them, marbled coat with flecks of brown and gold.” She shrugs, as if it’s nothing and she doesn’t sound as though she’s losing her mind.
“Things were good there, for a time I think. I had many children. I had a set of twins, one had a vulture and the other a hyena of all things that were like Isuma here.” She tried to laugh, but the words somewhat died on her throat before she cleared it and reached for another soft cloth of fabric. Children, an extremely sore spot for Rexanna, and in those dreams of a different world, time, and place – she had birthed many healthy ones and yet in this version of the world, she had nothing but memories she wasn’t certain were true. She was lucky for Isuma, however, as the gryphon reeped in pride and Jigano mentioned she had charmed her. She felt the smile grow on her face again as she laughed in response – pushing aside the sadness for now.
When Jigano whistled at her impression of Isuma with the charcoal, she hummed a bit of a laugh as he contemplated where to put it best. “Consider it yours, then!” She offered with a wide grin. “I have transmutation magic, so if the colors fade over time I can fix that.” She informed him as she began to lay out the colors – a solid, dark blue for the body. The wings, a lighter blue, and the feather tips the array of a rainbow as it cascaded down from feather to feather. All the while, pausing to eye Isuma and her own wings and fluffiness. “She’s a spitfire, isn’t she?” She questioned with a quiet chuckle.
