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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Bexley surveys the black pegasus with a gaze that belies her low level of interest - half-lidded blue eyes, dark swash of lashes fluttering, her head cocked ever so slightly to the side. With lips pursed, she draws to a slow stop. Under her hooves the ground shifts and turns, blowing up clouds of thin golden dust, lines of coarse sand; whorls of silver hair skim the dirt as she tilts her weight onto a back leg, shoulders slumping downward, her chin and eyes raised to meet Inkheart’s gaze, which hovers a few inches above her own. They are at a standstill, tongues held, judgements still being formed. Bexley will do her best to keep it civil.
Uh huh, she answers distractedly, looking Inkheart up and down. Strong, not too bothered by that gash in her side, but limping to take weight off that front leg, the one Bexley, in a quick glance, saw her land on when thrown around by the Teryr. And she has the marking of Solis - that sputtering, bright-yellow circle, like a sun in the center of her chest. Interesting. Bexley’s never seen that before, not even on other Day Court natives. Her eyes flick over the marking and settle there, a hot curiosity burning through that blue gaze. Got a tattoo, or is that all natural?
It’s half a joke - her voice lilts in amusement, something dry that seeps into each word - but she’s genuinely curious, watching Inkheart with both eyebrows raised in wait of an answer. This could go sideways quickly, but at least it’ll be interesting.
@inkheart <3
