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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
For weeks Bexley has sulked within the Day Court, pinned to her homeland by the omnipresence of the sun that had come with mid-summer. Not that she minds it, really - Bex is and always has been a child of the sun, one to relish in heat, in Solis’s gaze bathing her - but the high temperature has quashed her urge to travel, and so she’s only moved from Court to desert to oasis, curls flattened by the heat, sweat streaming off her ribs, made lazy by the arduous sunshine.
Yet today she’s somehow gathered the urge to move, and this is how she finds herself in the fields, crunching grass under those blond hooves, aureate skin damp from the dip she took in the creek on the way here. Above the sky shines its vibrant blue, with only the barest streak of clouds to block the sun, letting light seep over each corner of the world. Everything is white with sun or cut harshly with blackest shadow - nothing left gray or unclaimed. Bex has been here before, twice, maybe, so she lets her head hang and doesn’t bother looking as much as she might have, merely happy to be somewhere outside Solterra, which has started to feel like less of a home and more of a prison. Sidestepping the bison, she winds a quiet, unhurried path across the field.
After a moment, her ears flick forward, catching the lilt of someone’s hum. Bexley comes to a sharp stop and jerks her head up: there, yards away, a stranger with huge wings and a sable horn, one she’s surely never come across before. An immediate distaste flashes through her brain. Why does everyone have to have wings - ? She distrusts anything that flies on principle, and this man is no exception. Bex wrinkles her nose and debates whether she should even bother saying anything, but realizing he must have caught her scent by now, shifts her weight across her feet and calls out, somewhat unhappily, Scorcher today, hmm?
@Somnus oh she's such a booger sorry<3
