REXANNA
Overall, Rexanna was pleased with how Fiat Lux turned out. It hadn’t become a riot, hadn’t been a burden that the Outlanders had put on the Naturals, nor had there been any arguments. A solid, fun, cheerful time of dancing and partying and playfulness that Rexanna wished to see more often than once a year. She had settled by the wheel of fire, watching the parties come and go as she idly leaned and watched; a small huff of happiness drifting from person to person as they arrived and tossed their candle onto the wheel.
She had already done it, a small soft smile resting on the corner of her full lips before the sight of a pale haired man stepped up — alone of all things.
Pushing off the wall, she snuck up beside him and reached over to grab a candle with a small roguish smile. “Need a partner for the candles?” She questioned him with a small sideways nod and a grin; avoiding the true topic at hand, that awkward meeting between her and Rory. Certainly it would eventually come up.
She had already done it, a small soft smile resting on the corner of her full lips before the sight of a pale haired man stepped up — alone of all things.
Pushing off the wall, she snuck up beside him and reached over to grab a candle with a small roguish smile. “Need a partner for the candles?” She questioned him with a small sideways nod and a grin; avoiding the true topic at hand, that awkward meeting between her and Rory. Certainly it would eventually come up.
A Light That Never Goes Out.
