the replays run for you

R E X A N N A this is not your destruction He had a robust, rough voice that seemed to cut through the quiet dim of the tavern in a way that caught glances.  But the more she sat near him, as he let her ramble, she felt as though he wasn't that threatening. Sure, if provoked he appeared to be able to hold his own and win but she wasn't there to fight. She wanted to seem as small as possible, only there to figure out where this place was and what she had experienced. But as she sat there and watched as another drink slipped toward her company, she allowed her gaze to slip back around the tavern. He seemed like a man of few words, which worked for her. She wasn't much in the mood of idle chit chat. If she needed information she'd rather have facts than gossip. And glancing back at the man, he seemed highly unlike the gossiping type. The thought turned the corner of her lips up slightly for a brief moment before it vanished again and his attention turned completely onto her. His icy eyes, bright against his complexion and gravelly voice as he confirmed a similar thing happened to him and her brows inched together. Sure, the whole portal thing was strange. But there was a familiarity with this man — an odd coincidence that Rexanna couldn't pinpoint. She sat there in silence for minutes, watching him curiously as if she were looking through him. Memories rushed back — not from Halyven, no, someplace else entirely. The longer she surveyed his face, should he let her, the more she remembered brisk cold mountains, a dark equine with the brightest blue eyes. A man of little words, the sense of death, a warrior and a king. It didn't make any sense either, but her eyes widened and she leaned slightly closer to him. “I think I know you.” She breathed in some sort of disbelief. She couldn't remember his name, but she could remember the feeling she felt when they had worked together, when she had been told of his death. Perhaps it was coincidence, and he wasn't who she thought he was. After all, it all seemed like a dream. A very realistic dream of mountains and love and gods. She leaned back, still eyeing him, but with a new gleam to her eye. “I'm Rexanna.” She offered in the hopes it might make some sense to him. this is your birth