you are like the golden hour. it all glows different
“They are, sadly.” Rexanna comments about the fields, one of the first places she’d been to when she’d arrived. But regardless, she focuses on Ronin’s next question as Bastien answers. A wide fanged grin crosses her face at it, a playful shrug of her shoulders. “He still doesn’t believe I was squished by a giant pumpkin.” She says, sticking her tongue out at her husband before leaning toward Ronin with an amused look. “But I have witnesses.” She winks, before giving Bastien a rather fond look.
But they come to a cross roads while she thinks of the comment of treasure losing its worth when there were no currency involved, to peer from either tunnel. Bastien takes the lead, and she follows suit but as they get a bit deeper, she activates her eyes to scan the walls and the pathway ahead for anything of interest. Her green gaze shifts to a vibrant lime green, glimmering in the light as if they’re glowing as she peers from wall to wall, rock to rock and even to their feet occasionally.
But they come to a cross roads while she thinks of the comment of treasure losing its worth when there were no currency involved, to peer from either tunnel. Bastien takes the lead, and she follows suit but as they get a bit deeper, she activates her eyes to scan the walls and the pathway ahead for anything of interest. Her green gaze shifts to a vibrant lime green, glimmering in the light as if they’re glowing as she peers from wall to wall, rock to rock and even to their feet occasionally.
when you're here
REXANNA
