REXANNA
An effort is all that Rexanna seeks when she asks the question – whether there’s enthusiasm behind it or not doesn’t bother her any. It’s the fact that it might get him to do something, to go out and help whether it just be for her or with her. And his agreeance is something that is met with a wide fanged grin, even if he wasn’t fully into the idea or not.
But she offers him help, instead, when it comes to the basket. And she nods to him easily as he sighs and hands her the straw. “I don’t mind.” She tells him easily, taking the straw and beginning to weave it together – now that she knows how to work with it, it goes a bit quicker, and she can focus on that instead. Soon the base of the basket is made, and she begins to work on the walls. “It’s probably not going to be a great basket, but it’s something.” She comments, shooting him an amused look as she continues.
But she offers him help, instead, when it comes to the basket. And she nods to him easily as he sighs and hands her the straw. “I don’t mind.” She tells him easily, taking the straw and beginning to weave it together – now that she knows how to work with it, it goes a bit quicker, and she can focus on that instead. Soon the base of the basket is made, and she begins to work on the walls. “It’s probably not going to be a great basket, but it’s something.” She comments, shooting him an amused look as she continues.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
