ghost towns

As Kaladin spoke, her head tilted as she looked upon him. It was a warning then, but she had made it this far without too many issues; she was certain she’d make it alright here on her own as well. “I know how to handle myself, you don’t need to worry about that.” She offered with a sweet smile and a wink. Her drink had always been in front of her, always able to keep an eye on it. But the conversation shifted as she somewhat explained her situation, and he offered up a bit more information. Her sweet smile broke into a grin, then, and she looked around the room. “I don’t see any men with wings here, do you?” She questioned, using her free hand to gesture to the room of people behind her. “I’m sure it’d be an odd thing to see for people like this.” She said with a chuckle, returning her arm to the table and looking back to her drink for a moment. “Well, in that regard, thank you for the information and perhaps we’ll cross paths again?” She lifted her glass in a cheerful way before finishing the rest of it and standing up to place the glass back on the bar, though she paused just in case he’d capture her attention again. If not, she didn’t need to linger more. She had gathered some interesting information from  him whether he knew it or not, and she intended to follow up with it. 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