a thief in the night,
with a priest by her side

Something had begun to strain Ashamin in more ways than one, causing the Thief to let the worry show across her brow. She knew it had been a lot to ask of him, but there was no way she would have been able to do it on her own. She could only locate him. She had nothing that could keep him with her. Ashamin’s magic had proven to be useful, as well as his companions in keeping the creatures together and herded toward the home. If it weren’t for the Haruspex, the father of her child, she would’ve been likely thwarted in her attempts. And yet, the bond between the two of them was strong. She knew she could count on him and she only hoped that he knew that he could count on her whenever he needed it. After all, this was a huge debt for her to pay and she wanted to be sure that it would be paid off.

So as they entered the familiarity of the Basin, she let her gaze fall back onto Ashamin, a small smile growing onto her lips as if to tell him ‘thanks’ without actually saying it. She knew it didn’t make up for everything she had asked and he had done, but it was a start. He was covered in sweat and all Rexanna had was the fact that she located him and captured him, unable to return him alone. She became the navigator, the one that knew how to get them back to the Basin. The one to take turns while Ashamin rested on the entire trip to return. And now they were home. It was almost completely relieving to her, if it weren’t for the tension in the air from Crowley.

“Let him stay as my prisoner for now, Rex.” She heard the painted buck say. She let her eyes wash across him with a silent nod. “Of course. Thank you, Ashamin.” She nodded once again, her eyes glinting with a hint of happiness and utmost thankfulness. Though as he said he didn’t trust her with the beast within him, it seemed to knot her stomach. What did Ashamin experience through his magic to make him worry that much about this stag? What did the Basin want with someone that seemed so lost?

Then the low voice reached her ears from the prisoner. Asking why they had brought him here. Her gaze quickly turned sharp and narrow as she turned her horned head to him. “Orders.” That was all he needed to know, all he’d get to know until someone else told him why; because frankly, Rexanna didn’t even know why they wanted him here. But here they were, and the sudden appearance of Deimos caught her attention, striking a pang of worry in her heart hoping that perhaps they had done a good job. Her ears perked to her Lord as her eyes swiftly turned to him, dipping her head in greeting. Then the Lord’s voice reached her ears – “Well done.” Her chest blossomed with pride and a smile grew upon her cream maw. “Thank you.” She spoke gently as to not interrupt Deimos as he turned to Crowley and spoke. His words confused her slightly, but she figured he probably had reasoning behind it so she pushed it away from her mind. “My Lord, I’d like to leave him in Ashamin’s care if that’s alright? Of course that's if you didn't have other plans for him?” She questioned, head tilting slightly – hoping that he could grasp the fact that she was rather busy trying to raise a child that she didn’t want to take care of a prisoner as well.

"Talk."

rexanna

and

ashamin