“Would you like to find some place to rest?”

Ivory ears flickered with the sounds as they reached her. Rexanna mulled the question over her mind, slickly replacing the dark thoughts that surrounded her mind more and more with the question of possible innocence. Perhaps she said yes, followed this mare she knew nothing about to a resting place only to wake with her throat slit by the ice blue horn that situated upon her brow. It may have been a solace once, a way to silence the voices that reminded her of how much of nothing she had been from birth until now. Back when she thought she might be nothing more than a servant. Oh how the times were simpler then. But times changed, and with it, mindsets. Where she may have been trusting once, probably trusting enough to follow this mare to the great unknown, she wasn’t willing to anymore.

Finally, Rexanna shook her head to the champagne mare with the same forced smile. “I’ll be fine, thank you for the offer.” Her voice was gentle, soft like chimes on the wind as it carried to the other mare. And as she spoke her name as per normal introductions, she mare seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking. Her lips moving gently as the words slipped from her lips. Sikeax. Nodding lightly to her new acquaintance, the Thief paid no mind to her companion as he dove for fish. She avoided looking at him this time because of the loneliness she felt within her chest when Marembo wasn’t nearby her. Instead, he was off with the troublesome children of hers doing his best to not get killed by either them or their companions. Perhaps one day she could trust them enough to not send half of her soul off with them. Nevertheless, Sikeax continued on and Rexanna allowed her gaze to stick to the features of the mare as she listened. “Sikeax is a beautiful name.” She added in, shifting her weight slightly and causing her birds cage of chains to shift with the movement. She hoped she pronounced the mare’s name right. So she studied the mare’s face for possible confirmation for mere moments, locking down the idea in her mind that if she was upset with how the Thief pronounced it, that she’d stick to just calling her Sia. There was no need to offend strangers, and she was going to do her best to not do so.

Rexanna tore her gaze away from Sikeax to look upon the sky briefly as a cloud began to pass over the sun. The slight relief from the sun that poured like liquid gold from the leaves above them was a solace within itself. And she turned her head back to the mare, keeping the smile on her lips as it became easier to keep. “What brings you out here?” She questioned, relaxing her posture some as she cocked a hind hoof against the ground, heavy horned head tilting to the side causing her dual toned mane to trickle like waves against her ivory neck.

"Talk."

I’ve become a simple souvenir of someone’s kill

And like the sea—

I’m constantly changing from calm to ill.

Rexanna