REXANNA
hope is the only thing
Her own face lit up when Phoebe turned to her, flower crowns in hand. A wide excited grin sent her direction before she stepped closer toward Phoebe and bobbed her head in a nod. “I would love one!” Her voice was soft as she regarded her friend and the crowns, sitting still and letting Phoebe arrange the flower crown on her head. Between the height different, Rexanna was certain the blond midwife would have no troubles figuring out how it sat on her own dark crowned head. When Phoebe had placed it, she beamed to her and reached in for a tight hug should the girl allow it.Then she pulled away to regard the festival with a happy sigh. “Isn't this beautiful?” She mused before turning her head so her sapphire gaze lingered on Phoebe gently. “Thank you, by the way, for fixing me up.” She said a bit quieter, but still loud enough for the girl to hear. Thankfully, there was so much commotion and dancing that she was distracted by it all, by the prospect of exploration and intrigue, long enough to forget about the terrible things that occurred the night of the Spire and those they had lost.
stronger than fear.
