ghost towns

He didn’t seem too interested in telling her the name of the place he was from, but the answer given caused Rexanna to shrug her shoulders lightly with another charming smile. “Not particularly. Just trying to figure out where everyone fits in here is all.” Her voice was soft but loud enough to hear over the chatter of the others in the Tavern with them. She lifted her glass again and took a deep sip of it before setting it back on the table as his next sentence caused her to pause a bit – her eyebrows lifting in quiet inquiry. She shook her head to him, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders with the movement. “Gods no.” She said with another grin sent his way. “I fell in about a month ago. No idea what this place is, who these people are. I’m from a place called Halyven, though it seems much to my pleasure nobody here has ever heard of it either.” She winked to him, pretty certain that he’d never heard of her homeland just as she was certain she’d never heard of his. She paused, leaning back into her seat briefly to glance around the room once again. “Spent most of that month figuring out what the hell’s happening here.” She added before her sapphire gaze landed on Kaladin again. As she questioned him about his name, she did notice how he seemed to go for something hidden, as if she was a threat. Her smile turned sweet, sickly sweet almost before he announced his name and she leaned again on the table to look at him a bit closer. “Hmm. Doesn’t ring a bell. Pleased to meet you, Kaladin.” She spoke as she lifted her glass a bit in a toast before taking another sip, internally wincing against the burn in her throat. “How long have you been here? I get the sense that strange things happen here that nobody can explain.” It wasn’t so much of a sense as it was from experience – but still, she wondered what he might have seen or heard, and if he was a new transport as well. As she spoke, her gaze consistently lingered on him. If he wanted to think she was flirting, let him. Truth was, Rexanna could be more convincing if needed despite a few shared smiles and a bubbly laugh. She didn’t seem to think it was necessary just yet. 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