Ablepsia
It was strange, the laughter bubbling up in her throat. She'd laughed before yes, but it had all been a facade.
She was grateful that she had forgiven the boy who bombed her camp. Or else she would have ignored all the happiness tucked away and locked somewhere in the back of her mind.
He brought out a part of her that hadn't been open for a very long time. She'd like to say that she was uncomfortable with it.
But, Reyna's basking in the glory of being immature once in a while. She hated being blind to humor.
