REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
The revelation hits and for a moment she sits and stares at Deimos wide eyed. A time where the Basin hadn’t existed, when she had always believed the mountains had been carved there just for them, for someone to wield the power of the north. And she remains silent more as she leans forward to watch the table as he makes little figurines, so reminiscent and nostalgic, yet of a time long before she arrived. And she listens like the ever diligent student, learning and waiting.
He quickly explains with the figurines that there wasn’t any help, showing them surrounded, and she curses softly to herself as her brows furrow and she sets the glass down. Her sapphire gaze slips up with clear confusion written across her face. “So you sought refuge in the Steppes.” She reiterates, head shifting until her focus lands back on the makeshift war table map before the two of them.
“So what happened then?” She asks quietly, eyes flickering up to see. Had they just stumbled across the Basin from surviving in a place nobody had dared to before? What had brought it to them?
He quickly explains with the figurines that there wasn’t any help, showing them surrounded, and she curses softly to herself as her brows furrow and she sets the glass down. Her sapphire gaze slips up with clear confusion written across her face. “So you sought refuge in the Steppes.” She reiterates, head shifting until her focus lands back on the makeshift war table map before the two of them.
“So what happened then?” She asks quietly, eyes flickering up to see. Had they just stumbled across the Basin from surviving in a place nobody had dared to before? What had brought it to them?
and a wound in the other
