BEXLEY BRIAR
Damn him for paying so much attention. Half-asleep Bexley’s ear flicks at the sound of wings beating far above her head, and rolling her cheek to lay flat against the warm sand, she blinks once, twice, at the blue-yellow sky: there, the silhouette of a body outstretched in the clouds. An exasperated snort floods from her nostrils.
As he descends, Bexley plants one hoof into the sand and shoves upward, until she’s sitting mostly propped up at the edge of the oasis - it’s still warm in Solterra, and she’s left the comfort of the Day Court to soak up summer’s last dregs of white sun, her skin running hot, beading sweat over her bones. Lashes lowered against the light, she watches Maxence’s approach with muted interest. The prodigal son returns. With a coquettish blink, she continues, What do you need me for?
@maxence yoinks sorry
