She slipped in early, before the introductions were made. After spending the last day or so riding herself of the dust and dirt of Halyven and the place she was before. She seemed presentable, her clothes still slightly torn, the shirt still too large for her frame, hanging somewhat off shoulder to reveal the top of a brand along her shoulder. Her hair was braided back the best she could do, slipping into the dark tavern once again where odd meetings and memories had rushed back to her. She glanced around, spotting faces she’d never seen before – never had the hint of knowing really like she had with Deimos thankfully. Yet there, off in the corner, was the man of little words. At least having known him somewhat, here and yet somewhere
else, she snagged a drink and slipped to his side in the shadows, her boots hardly making a sound as she moved across the floor.
Rexanna dipped her head in greeting to
Deimos silently before the introductions got underway, turning her head to survey those that begun to speak. There were both men and women among the frey, and she found herself attempting to remember the names uttered out loud but finding it difficult to cling to. Her travel here had made her memories a bit hazy, and making new ones seemed just as blurred as the past. Regardless, she paid attention – sapphire eyes flitting to each face as names were rung out and occupations. There were soldiers and blacksmiths so far and Rexanna found herself inadvertently chewing on her lip when suddenly Deimos beside her spoke up. She supposed it was her turn, then, when he grew quiet after offering his name.
“
I’ve never been formally trained in anything, but I’m willing to learn. I’m fast and quiet on my feet and learn quickly.” She offered quietly, recalling her days as a spy and a thief before her world changed in Halyven – years before she came here. Those intuitions never changed much. Yet she didn't want to outwardly speak of her actions from then. If they knew where she was getting at, that was just fine by her. “
I’m Rexanna, by the way.” She added in quietly, raising her own drink before lowering it and glancing to the other faces around, hoping to slide back into the shadows beside Deimos.
"Talk."
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
[Mini Event] Strangers in a Strange Land
