[ME] just the way of things

RexannA just how far would you go when the drugs aren't hitting home? Rexanna had been late to the meeting, but she hadn’t been too late to not hear about the death of a person named Wessex and the demon at the spire. The name rung some kind of deep chord within her that caused her brows to lift slightly, and she glanced at the crowd to see if she spotted familiar faces. When she did, she offered a kind smile to Alistair should he look, before making her way to stand beside Deimos. Her arm brushing up against his in a silent greeting as she nodded her head to her old friend. Of course, she could have gone and stood by Alistair or anyone else, but she had promised Deimos to remain by his side and when she noticed him standing all alone, she needed to make sure he knew that promise was kept. She clutched the quill bundle that Remi had gifted her, head shifting to listen while they talked when an idea struck her. That beautiful girl Edrei she had met, spoke of the creature not liking fire, and another raven-haired woman Rex hadn’t met who stood beside Kalt before mentioning it didn’t like lightning. So, what about fireworks? Perhaps she could distract the monster enough with the giant booms and cascading colors of flame that the others could work? She looked to Rory whom she hadn’t met yet, and to Remi with a small smile. “Distraction might be helpful?” She purred through the crowd, turning to her pad of paper and her quill to write. “I have firework magic, it might be enough to distract it if it thinks fire is raining down on it?” She wrote large enough that others could hopefully see before moving closer to the light and holding it up for Rory and Remi to see, and anyone else that might be interested in her reasoning. unwind my veins like rope. a kaleidoscope, detach until we choke.

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