you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
And just like that, a different sight from what Rexanna had been expecting to find within the smuggling caves, within the shade. The voice that rings out reminds her of Fiat Lux, of the way he looked when she’d wrapped Aoife, and for a moment she’s frozen briefly – turning perhaps a small amount reluctantly toward Ronin. But Bastien doesn’t seem to mind, and she offers Ronin a soft smile in greeting, despite wanting nothing more than to offer her own condolences, but unsure if it’s worth it in the end.
“We wanted to see what we might find down here, if anything.” A small admission, dark brow raised as if she’s conspiring to find a great many things among the walls here – especially with that upgrade of hers. If they’re hidden in the walls, she might be able to find something. “You look like you’re heading for an adventure yourself?” Her head tilts, green gaze flickering over the Dark Star briefly before her gaze lands on the satchel.
“We wanted to see what we might find down here, if anything.” A small admission, dark brow raised as if she’s conspiring to find a great many things among the walls here – especially with that upgrade of hers. If they’re hidden in the walls, she might be able to find something. “You look like you’re heading for an adventure yourself?” Her head tilts, green gaze flickering over the Dark Star briefly before her gaze lands on the satchel.
when you're here
REXANNA
