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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
You look like you escaped the Teryr with little damage… Bexley raises an eyebrow. There’s something judgmental under Inkheart’s tongue, her voice lilting with a stiff, subsurface question, one more complicated and important than the one she’s presenting out loud. It must be hard for Inkheart to see her so unscathed - maybe she’s jealous of how well Bexley came out of it, so delicately made, so inexperienced, and yet, for the most part, still beautiful and still mostly strong. For the most part, Bex answers calmly, her gaze narrowing with a flutter of suspicion.
Keeping her eyes on the pegasus, Bexley takes a few short steps forward, scraping up sand with each touch of those blond hoves; she turns so the bruise on her side, in all its purple-and-black glory, is exposed completely to Inkheart. This, though - Bex’s head turns over her shoulder to run her lips over the edge of the marking, a frown crossing her face. Hurts like a bitch. A smile glows suddenly across her face. Lit with amusement, those dark-blue eyes flash to meet Inkheart’s, shiny-metallic with some suppressed emotion, as she speaks again to test the waters, voice low with a dare - Nothing compared to that break, though. Missed your cue or something, huh?
She nods lazily at the leg Inkheart has lifted off the ground. Curls swaying around those sharp-edged cheeks, she smirks, tilts her delicate head at Inkheart, wondering if the calm her company is exhibiting is calculated or really indicitive of her personality. It’s hard to imagine any Solterran so calm, a Day Court member who won’t react to Bexley pushing their buttons.
@inkheart
