REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She hadn’t seen Remi since before Ronin’s death, and despite everything that had happened to her since – a new blossoming relationship, the Natural versus Outlander struggle that appeared from what felt like thin air – she felt the need to check up on her friend. How he was doing, caring for the child and everything that had happened since. She was certain it was hard for him, harder than what he’d ever had to deal with before (granted Rexanna didn’t know much about Remi. But that night in the Rathskeller when Ronin had come to the door, they had seemed close.And she hurt for her friend, despite not knowing Ronin hardly at all. And so she trudged toward the Guildhall where she had heard he’d been staying with the child – blankets she had transmuted into being beyond soft and a small rattle toy she had fixed up, hiding in the bottom of a drawer she had cleaned out of her home. She hoped it would be enough, to help her friend with whatever he would need. Whether it be something to help with the child or someone to talk to.
Children, as well, had always been a sore spot for Rexanna. But this poor child had gone through so much in such a short amount of time that she swallowed whatever nerves she felt, and held the bundle of blankets a bit tighter to her chest as she knocked on the door. “Remi?” She called, hoping he’d answer.
