[seasonal event] the story i heard

RexannA but darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. It doesn’t surprise Rexanna to know that she’s not alone. In fact, she figured it might make it easier for the Luxere to be coaxed toward them. Perhaps she would be like Lily, all full of beautiful sounds that lure the beasts closer. Or like Melita, who coaxed them closer with the apple while they continued to run from her. So Rexanna waited, patiently, watching a very familiar woman approach the Luxere she had been heading toward with hay in her hands. And just when she thought the Luxere might approach, a smile beginning to form on her lips, they dip away. She huffed quietly and approached Wessex, her steps light yet still loud enough that she was certain Wessex could hear her approach. “They’re not a fan of me either.” She offered with a light shrug, tossing an apple toward them as they kept their distance. Though while Wessex seemed all sharp edges and brutality, there was something within her that could understand why the Luxere might not like her. But it was confusing all the same for the fiery woman. She extended her bag of apples, with only about four of them left, to the woman in case she wanted to throw some apples at them as well. It didn’t do any good for the both of them to try and coax them closer. It was apparent they wouldn’t. So she turned back to Wessex with a small soft smile. “You look great for a woman raised back from the dead.” She offered, a sultry purr to her voice. They’d never officially met, but Rexanna had been there for the meeting – to learn of her death and to see her walk right into the meeting, it was shocking and beautiful. because everybody's so busy trying to save themselves.

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