BEXLEY BRIAR
Despite Bexley’s initial hesitance to talk to the priestess, she finds herself surprisingly comfortable, confident: it’s a refreshing change to speak to someone who doesn’t speak to her like a child or a doll, like anything easily broken. They are, strangely, like-minded. Solterra was made for desert girls like these, and perched at the edge of the canyon Bexley’s body hums with contentment, at home in the desert, the sun, the wind, with another strong woman at her side.
A temple, Bexley repeats, only slightly surprised. Her head turns to meet Inkheart’s gaze: within her blue eyes is a sudden, deep respect. That’s ambitious. A project with months, if not years worth of work to be done. The fact that Inkheart is taking it on by herself is admirable, and it shows just how much she cares for Solis, for Solterra, for her own self-respect, that she’s taking such a huge undertaking into her own hands. That’s impressive. Zeal is something Bexley’s always admired.
I’ll visit, she agrees, the smile that crosses her face genuine this time, bright in the sun. I can help build, too. It’s an honest offer: Bexley may not be the strongest, but she’s hard-headed and hard-working, and it looks like Inkheart could use the assistance.
@inkheart
