BEXLEY BRIAR
The previously insubstantial figure sharpens and slims. Curves of red make soft marks against the sky, the round silk of the limbs and body connect, and Bexley grins, recognizing it fully, a surge of relief blooming in her chest. Her muscles tingle and joy blossoms, cool and unexpected, no intense it nearly nauseates, deep in those ivory bird-bones. Rhoswen, the little devil - an ethereal figure she makes in the deep blue sky, as always. It’s been a long time since they’ve crossed paths, longer still since they had a full-length conversation, and Bexley is utterly relieved to finally find herself in proximity to a friend rather than an enemy.
Sun burning a golden pool across her back, lashes tight against the flare of the sun, Bexley begins to move forward across the dunes, curves hooves kicking up sprays of red-yellow sand that she does not bother giving her attention to. She is blissfully unaware of Rhoswen’s turmoil. blind to the severity of the situation about to come to fruition, a little girl whose excitement to see her friend has overwhelmed what are usually sharp and strategic senses. A blossom of aureate skin and white hair, Bex trots casually toward the Solterran, batting her eyelashes as she goes. Hey, she calls back, a genuine, toothy smile cutting into her cheeks as she nudges Rhoswen’s nose in a casual tease. Been a while. Where’ve you disappeared to?
There’s a strange smell in the air, something new and metallic. So subtle it might be honestly ethereal. Bexley inhales and holds the breath - is unable to place the mood, the electric crawl suddenly up her spine, and frowns in a state of mild concern.
@rhoswen <3
