ghost towns

His attempt to reason with her as to why she chose to spend her time with him despite everyone else avoiding him made her smirk at him. “Where’s the fun in that?” She questioned with a tilted head. Though as he asked her if she was a half assed assassin she shook her head, her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. “Nope.” She paused, regarding her drink before taking another sip from the glass. “I was married to a prince once – he simply wanted his wife back, I didn’t want to go back.” She said with a small shrug, raising her hand to her collarbone and pulling the shirt to the side slightly so he could see the brand. “Escaped property is quite the offense.” Her words came out as a joke, but there was a flatness behind them as she shrugged her shoulders and turned her attention back to him.  As he spoke of a bubble, her brows knitted together. “Interesting…” She responded, curious at the notion that there was actually a force behind it to keep everyone in one spot. She hadn’t seen the perimeter yet, but she also hadn’t really explored for one either. So she put that information into a box for a later date. Soon enough, music began to play in the tavern, an interesting tune that Rexanna had never heard of before. She leaned back into the chair and listened, watching quietly while Kaladin seemed to know the tune as he tapped his fingers along with the music. But then, as if he realized she was still there, his fingers stopped their tapping and he spoke to her again. His dual toned eyes meeting her sapphire ones – but it wasn’t strange for her to have seen people with different colored eyes. Her own ex-husband had wings of all things. To her, he wasn’t any different than she was. She nodded to him quietly, though a small smile played on her features. “Hopefully I don’t, but you never know. Thought you seemed a bit lonely and wouldn’t mind the company.” She offered as an explanation, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass as she looked down to it. “Haven’t met too many people here yet, figured I should start somewhere.” She added. time stops still and lends you hope that hazy due, so black so blue wash away that fear, a cloud of smoke whatever lets you cope