I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

It had taken the Thief awhile to get over the visions she saw in the shadows of the Flats. A few days of returning home from being that far south, with the reopened nightmare she witnessed. She knew that the hole her firstborn had given her had been filled by her second son – the only one that ended up living. And yet, despite being home, Rexanna still couldn’t find the child. She had been on her way to Johnny’s after leaving her cave, seeking out her blood splattered son until a stir at the border caught her attention. Of course, now that Rein was old enough, her duties came before searching for her son. He would always return to her as he always had. His anger was something she was still getting used to, but despite that fact, he always returned.

Rexanna rerouted her course, stepping further away from her cave and Johnny’s to approach the wilting Sentinels. They stood extremely less intimidating than they had been when she had first arrived to Helovia, and she could remember the fear that struck her heart at the mere sight of them. To look at them now just filled her with sadness – how something so strong and seemingly indestructible could become such a rusted pile. There wasn’t time to dwell on the thought, as she approached an ivory creature. Her blue gaze drifting across her from the distance – seeking out any form of horns. She had nearly missed Elspeth’s horns when she arrived, but if it were a creature that sought out a home, she wasn’t going to be the one smited for letting a creature that wasn’t crowned reside beyond the borders.

As the distance closed, the golden mare dipped her head to the equine in greeting. Her chains slinking across her backs, disrupting the slumbering polecat she had for a companion. Marembo had been busy, learning to hunt food for himself. He seemed to particularly like the very bugs that Rein felt attached to in her cave. While it was entertainment for Rexanna, watching the lumbering fuzzy snake-like rodent reach with greedy hands, she knew that part of her missed it when Rein would ask her about the moths and ants.

Marembo shifted, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he situated himself along her withers. Meanwhile, Rexanna let a smile reach her lips as she came to a halt before what she knew now to be a mare. “Welcome to the Aurora Basin.” She smiled once again, Marembo watching curiously from behind her neck. “I’m Rexanna. What brings you this far north?” She questioned, shifting her weight and slightly praying to the gods that she wouldn’t ask for a home. Upon further inspection, Rexanna noticed that the mare indeed didn’t bear any horns she could see, but she appeared to be carrying a child. This in itself sparked her interest and she knew that if a pregnant mare were to ask for a place of refuge, she would struggle finding the words to say no.

"Talk."

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna