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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
His edge away is subtle at its very best, but that’s not enough, especially when Bexley’s scrutinizing him so closely: he should know better, but obviously he doesn’t know much. She gives him a dry glance with half-lidded eyes, so that he knows she’s noticed, but doesn’t push it. Whatever. Let him have his space. Just a few months older, smarter, more mature, and she’s convinced he’ll be begging for her to close that gap. With a self-assured toss of those tight curls she trudges forward and doesn’t graze him again.
This spring! He’s really a new kid. Fresh meat, she’d call it. At that an unsubtle smirk crosses Bexley’s white lips, but she ducks her head for half a moment so he won’t see it, knowing if he asks why she’s grinning so sharply she won’t want to lie. She’d have to tell him that she’s amused thinking about how much he’s going to have to go through here, how thoroughly he might get tossed around. It shouldn’t be even be funny, as the threat of danger in Novus is truly around every corner, but it’s Bexley, so somehow it is. She inhales sharply and stifles that smile before looking up again.
They’re not not allowed, comes her answer, casual and somehow still weighty. She turns her eyes away from him and toward the horizon with a purposeful drama. Just, you know, if you’re not from here, you have to watch out for the snakes, and the scorpions and sand vipers or whatever. We hunted an elder teryr a while ago - there might be more, though. Bex shrugs at him and keeps her eyes to the dunes, starting to whistle a tuneless song under her breath.
Maybe now he’ll crack.
@charlemagne
