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R E X A N N A this is not your destruction There was a laugh, deep and rich that surprised her slightly yet warmed her deep in that odd place of memories. In that strange, otherworldly place, had she ever heard the man beside her laugh? She couldn’t recall it as the memories flooded back, but she watched Deimos with her sapphire gaze and a smile twitching on her lips as he began to speak. Then, he shook her hand and let it drop, her hands returning to her lap as her head tilted. “Actually, I think you did a great job.” She mentioned, her smile growing a bit brighter and bolder – pearly whites beaming at the giant man beside her. But Rexanna continued to speak, of the mountains and skies and home they had known for what seemed like forever, her eyes nearly glued to him to see of any twitch of remembrance. When quietly, his jaw clenched and he uttered a perhaps. She blinked for a moment, uncertain of what else to say to help prod the memory – though the clench of his jaw made her second guess continuing. This man seemed to be a newfound ally, she wasn’t about to try and piss him off here. So instead, she remained silent, his head slipped back toward her and asked her point blank what she’d stolen. Her head shook briefly as she gave a half hearted laugh. “I don’t remember a lot, but I’m pretty sure I stole a man.” She mentioned. “Something to do with him being a member of the land before and then vanishing – I think you wanted him back, but for what I don’t know.” She trailed off briefly, her eyebrow arching slightly as she surveyed the bar before her. Then, she got the bartenders attention and asked for a drink as well, crossing one leg over the other and running a pale hand through her somewhat tangled dark hair. “I don’t recall really stealing a lot, if anything valuable. I was better for information. I think there, in that land, nobody expected the bubbly, flirtatious soul to be a spy in their midst.” She muttered with a slight laugh, taking a deep drink of the alcohol and sighing through her nose as it burned her throat. She turned to him then, eyes surveying the man and all his scars and the story it seemed to tell. “I obviously don't know you well enough in this world, but if it's any indication, you made a good king.” She added, glancing at him to see if he’d choose to talk about the current world they found themselves in without her prodding or if he simply wanted to talk more about the kingdom in the mountains that he ruled for what felt like eternity in another life they had both managed to share. this is your birth