The hot calmness of the Day Court has turned Bexley into something sluggish and content; when not being aggravated by her fellow court members, she spends her time exploring, without urgency, or soaking up huge amounts of Vitamin D from the endless raining-down of the sun. Now she’s lazily picking her way through their parliament building, which is mostly empty but for the humming of desert bugs, the sound of a slow wind, gusting like God’s exhale through the wilderness. Her bleached hooves let out a sharp click-clack with each step over the stone, but she’s not worried about being quiet.
Eventually, Bex pauses. The arch she stops under half-shades her body, spreading a welcome chill over the chestnut’s back. She shivers - barely - flicks the heavy curls of her tail and lets her eyes drift half-closed, ignoring the sweat that’s collecting between her shoulders. Only a moment of reverie passes before hoof steps sound behind her, then at her side. She whips to face the noise and is almost startled by what she sees.
They’ve seen each other before at meetings, but she can’t recall his name. Up close Bexley is intimidated by how far he towers over her, and by, well, everything else about him - that chipped half-horn, the excess of muscle lining his body, knots of black-and-white hair spilling far, far down. She looks him up and down, not bothering to be subtle, and then flashes half of a satisfied smile. Those dark-blue eyes have gone fervent with curiosity. I never caught your name, Bex points out, ignoring his apology. At the meetings, I mean.
Unselfconsciously, she winds in front of him, positioned so they’re face to face. The height difference is laughable, but Bexley ignores it, that curious smile still dancing over her face, chin raised stubbornly, narrow hips wiggling slightly with a faint but genuine excitement. I’m Bexley.
@Leviathan she's such a dork HAHA
Eventually, Bex pauses. The arch she stops under half-shades her body, spreading a welcome chill over the chestnut’s back. She shivers - barely - flicks the heavy curls of her tail and lets her eyes drift half-closed, ignoring the sweat that’s collecting between her shoulders. Only a moment of reverie passes before hoof steps sound behind her, then at her side. She whips to face the noise and is almost startled by what she sees.
They’ve seen each other before at meetings, but she can’t recall his name. Up close Bexley is intimidated by how far he towers over her, and by, well, everything else about him - that chipped half-horn, the excess of muscle lining his body, knots of black-and-white hair spilling far, far down. She looks him up and down, not bothering to be subtle, and then flashes half of a satisfied smile. Those dark-blue eyes have gone fervent with curiosity. I never caught your name, Bex points out, ignoring his apology. At the meetings, I mean.
Unselfconsciously, she winds in front of him, positioned so they’re face to face. The height difference is laughable, but Bexley ignores it, that curious smile still dancing over her face, chin raised stubbornly, narrow hips wiggling slightly with a faint but genuine excitement. I’m Bexley.
@Leviathan she's such a dork HAHA
