BEXLEY BRIAR
She’s heard of Kasil, sort of - in the same way she’s heard hushed whispers of Rannveig, and of Reichenbach even after they met - and none of those whispers have deterred her from attempting to visit, although anyone else might have traipsed into the Dawn Court with perhaps a little more preparation. Really, Bex hadn’t planned to do this today. She’d barely even planned to do it all. It was the kind of subtle, subdued interest that rattled in her head but never talked at all loudly, and for the months she’d spent on the western border of Solterra, her curiosity about the prospect of visiting the flower-pickers was easily pushed down, disbanded, ignored. She could’ve gone months more without visiting had Solterra not begun to feel so small. But it had, and Bexley’s adventure had let her to her current position as she slinks down the Rapax, the scent of lavender and oak wafting from over the water, and with the sudden realization that she was only and hour or so from the gauze and mystery of Delumine, Bexley had confidently paddled her way through the water and headed east to the Dawn Court.
Brash as always, she crosses the cobblestone streets with nary an explanation given to the Dusk citizens who watch her warily, too absorbed in the novelty of the situation to care about their lecherous gazes. The world has exploded in green now, hundreds of trees and bushes blessed to blooming by the dampness of the air around them. Cool breezes whisper past the branches and brick-mortar walls. Bexley could almost shiver, having become used to the stifling heat of the desert, but she doesn’t. What message would that send? Instead she focuses on her ascent to the Dawn Court’s main tower, pale hooves clicking against the wet stone of the street. Azure eyes narrowed against the watery gray light and white-blonde hair bouncing in its many curls against her skin, Bexley is unusually quiet as she traipses up the paved slope, but the necklace at her throat, and the hot scent of sand and mint that swirls from her skin, still sets her apart as distinctly non-Delumine.
Not that she’s ever cared about that kind of thing.
@kasil <3
