REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Rexanna isn’t one to push people to talk if they don’t want to. She has her own boundaries set, and she imagines that whomever she meets will tell her their own boundaries over time as well. Perhaps even open up after a while, but she’s never pressured them. She hopes it speaks volumes for the type of person she is – fiercely protective, loyal, strong. And she listens to him when he blows a small raspberry as she warns him against the dangers, though a smile lifts the corners of her lips.“You don’t have to stay in the house, just don’t go running toward the monsters in the streets.” She winks to him, giving him her own form of boundaries. If she’s supposed to be protecting him, an entirely personal decision, she’d rather it be easier than harder – hoping not to find him squished upon the ground by another strange and unique creature of Caido like she almost had been. She’s only known the boy for what? A few hours? And already she’s grown attached.
And she can’t help but to laugh lightly at the comment he makes, the Cheshire grin sent her way. “You would like the Underground.” She comments, a dark brow raised in a silent question as if to egg him on. She hasn’t been in the Underground much, but there’s plenty of surprises among the Ruins, and people too for that matter.
Soon, though, the boy settles as she speaks of Longnight, and she listens to his own question. “Well, we need to gather something called Snow Moss, to put in the flooring. There’s a few places where everyone is gathering for it – the Launceleyn Manor for one. I think that might be a good place for you to be, to help out should anyone need it.” She says thoughtfully before shrugging. “But in the meantime, we’re gathering food and things we might need when the sun disappears.”
