BEXLEY BRIAR
The paintings on the walls of Elatus are one of the Day Court’s best-kept secrets, and Bexley is beyond surprised to see someone already observing them when she peers over the edge of the cliff and into her usual hideout. When people visit Solterra, they usually head straight for the capitol - entranced by that glittering helm of gold on the citadel, and the gauzy silks and jewels layered on Solterran skin, and the bustling inner-city markets - rarely, if ever, has she seen a newcomer make the trek to Elatus, and it’s even rarer for them to remain there.
Which means that this particular newcomer is probably more interesting than the others.
Bex descends into the canyon in a flurry of gold and white. Her long white hair flows behind her in a mass of curls; the chain around her neck glints hot and bright in the mid-afternoon sun. She traverses the slope with practiced steps, picking her way easily through the pebbles and loose dust. In her time in Solterra, and especially since the day Seraphina names her Regent, she’s become adept at making her way across the dunes and even through the shrub-infested gullies with nary a trip nor a pause in step.
They’re fascinating, huh? Bex saunters toward the stranger with slow, lazy steps. When she draws to a stop, it is at his side, shoulder to shoulder, to gaze at the worn-down paintings with him.
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