Reyx, New Hallandren, New Hallandren Garrison
"Oh, okay. I understand."
They didn't.
"I'm alright. I'm a spren! I don’t need air." Reyx laughed awkwardly, sounding more like breaking glass than any recognisable imitation of human emotion. "Well. Not most of the time, anyway."
Smoke danced in their vision, as though attempting to conceal both spren and human. "Why are you here?" Reyx eventually settled on asking, then, because they didn't want this to sound like an interrogation, added, "I got arrested."
Wait. Storm it. Do I sound like a criminal now?