Evidently her need for wanting to be unnoticed didn’t go as planned, as she caught eyes with Remi from across the way. He offered her a small smile and a dip of his head, to which she returned with her own dip of her head – her brunette hair moving slightly over her shoulder as her stomach churned with guilt. At least he seemed to harbor no ill-will, and she found herself thankful for that small mercy. Though she would continue blame herself for what had happened, even if she was the only one who did. But she heard an unfamiliar voice next, a strange man stepping up beside her and her sapphire gaze slipped up to him. He was much taller than she was, and she found herself gazing up at him as he poised a question at her. His comments caused a smile to grace her features as if she’d laugh, before a familiar voice spoke up after to speak of it.
Archebold always had a way of appearing in the most interesting of times. He flashed a grin to the two of them and she bobbed her head in a bit of a greeting. Though as Archebold continued, her stomach continued to churn in part from Remi and the subtle explanation Archebold had given – a slight reference to the brand on her collarbone which caused her to unconsciously reach up and run a hand through her long dark hair that covered it. “
But what does it mean?” She asked curiously, just as Deimos’ own voice pipped up. She turned to find the large man asking a similar question and she flashed a brilliant smile to her friend. “
A gathering of sorts, with lanterns, handmade, but for what?” She questioned, glancing between the three men briefly before approaching the lantern.
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Is it for those that have passed? For thoughts and ideas? Aspirations?” She half murmured before turning back to Archebold, Bastien, and Deimos. Then, as if she had forgotten her manners, she tried to catch Bastien’s eye. “
I’m Rexanna by the way.” She offered as a greeting, hopeful to learn the names of more strangers.
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