In all her years, Rexanna had learned that some things helped with contact – other things were more of a mental kind of fix. It seemed that Rexanna had already begun to feel better about her history after she had told Alistair about it – a rare thing from her, a person who typically chose to bottle things up and hold them down until they’d never find the surface again. But Alistair had been so kind, with such a gentle face that the woman couldn’t help but to feel compelled to tell him. In turn, he had ended up telling her as well, creating some kind of bond between the two. It had been so long since Rexanna had true friends, and she began to wonder if Alistair would be one of those for her. So of course she wanted to try and repay him somehow, but the issue was how.
He wouldn’t let her repay him, though, from what it sounded like. And she watched his face as she pulled her arm back and spoke. A chimed laugh escaped her lips as she shrugged her shoulders, a swift roll of them before watching as he prepared the homemade plates, and she nodded to him with a bright smile. “You do what you have to do.” She added, shifting in her seat to get more comfortable. As he handed the plate to her, she took it graciously and began to eat quietly while he sat beside her – speaking of kindness.
She paused and meant to open her mouth to respond to him before he continued, his gaze leaving hers to the plate before him. What he said next caused her own cheeks to grow a bright red, as she looked away from him for a moment with a quiet smile forming on her lips. “Thank you.” She nearly whispered, unsure of how to respond, though she found her gaze slipping back to his as his met hers again and finished his compliment with a joke about the Tavern. She laughed with him, another chimed laugh as she made herself look at him despite her scarlet cheeks.
“I’m not entirely sure what to say to that, but it has been awhile since anyone’s said I was pretty let alone beautiful.” She laughed once again, her sapphire gaze softening on him slightly as she tilted her head. “I find it easier to live life without people constantly asking what’s wrong; you’re the only person I’ve told here about my previous life. It’s just easier that way.” She amended before grinning to him in a way that her face lit up. “Besides, you have a kind and genuine face yourself. It was easy to tell you, and I’m glad I did. That and you’re not bad looking yourself.” She added, finishing with a wink and awaiting his response.
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
