Hands Held Across the Rift

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Most of the names Rexanna listed meant nothing to Sam, but it was heartening to know she had a good amount of people to ask. Perhaps they would not be as small as Sam sometimes felt, when he heard his own friends say such horrible things about his race and Goddess. "Thank you. I hope they...take what you say well - though...you're probably better at me than talking about these things." Sam smiled, embarrassed, at the truth of it; he was not a good speaker, and that had only been proven by his poor defence of himself in various arguments he'd had recently. With his request made, he did not want to keep Rexanna too long. "Well, I'm sure you have plenty to prepare for Longnight - I'll talk with you after, see how it went...?" — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.