BEXLEY BRIAR
Already Bex finds herself suspicious of the stranger. She does not miss the way Jaxis looks at her with muffled surprise when she states her rank, nor the impishness that lights in those purple eyes as the larger of the two takes a step forward, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate. It will not work. Bexley is as stubborn as she is brave, and she watches the near-stranger approach with nothing but cool interest in her ice blue eyes. She is unbothered, if not amused.
Soon to be warrior. Bex raises a brow. She shouldn’t be surprised that someone like this, so obviously Torstein’s progeny, so obviously Solterran, would lust to be a warrior - but then again she doesn’t think very often of anyone else. The Champion snorts a brief laugh. Her lashes flutter with contained amusement, the beginnings of something mischievous playing, quite obvious, in her soft-lidded gaze, and easily she responds, Ah, I should’ve known.
Something drawling, only a cousin of true humor, twists her way through Bexley’s tone. She watches Jaxis’s shift in demeanor with cool curiosity, heart quickening in her chest, and fights the urge to comment on the crackle of fire imminent between them. The thought of Acton flits briefly through her head. As quick as it catches her, she pushes it away. And your mother is Araxes. How long do you think it’ll be ‘till she’s allowed to leave Denocte?
Bexley tilts her head, curls waterfalling to one side, and the sharp sparkle in her eyes is unmistakable for anything other than calculated misconduct.
Soon to be warrior. Bex raises a brow. She shouldn’t be surprised that someone like this, so obviously Torstein’s progeny, so obviously Solterran, would lust to be a warrior - but then again she doesn’t think very often of anyone else. The Champion snorts a brief laugh. Her lashes flutter with contained amusement, the beginnings of something mischievous playing, quite obvious, in her soft-lidded gaze, and easily she responds, Ah, I should’ve known.
Something drawling, only a cousin of true humor, twists her way through Bexley’s tone. She watches Jaxis’s shift in demeanor with cool curiosity, heart quickening in her chest, and fights the urge to comment on the crackle of fire imminent between them. The thought of Acton flits briefly through her head. As quick as it catches her, she pushes it away. And your mother is Araxes. How long do you think it’ll be ‘till she’s allowed to leave Denocte?
Bexley tilts her head, curls waterfalling to one side, and the sharp sparkle in her eyes is unmistakable for anything other than calculated misconduct.
@Jaxis <3
