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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
With unexpected enthusiasm Bexley goes barreling into the Day Court: a tangle of white hair and slender limbs that, as they hit the ground, send sand spraying in a pale golden arc through the air. Sun gleams off the scab on her neck, the smoky purple bruise across her ribs. If one were to get close they would see the fervency of her blue eyes - that feverish gleam over the pinpoint pupils - azure gaze blooming and searching the dilapidated building for any sign of her new mentor, with nothing to show for it. She slows, hooves scraping in the dust. At a lazy trot Bexley moves farther into the Court, head dipping, gaze making laps to find Leviathan, with a mixture of warmth and excitement buzzing through her veins.
Her mane and tail are wound into tight braids, far from their usual wildness, but Bexley moves so bouncily that a few strands have wafted from their hiding place, coming to rest in a halo against her cheeks. It’s so early in the morning that she’d still consider it cold - breezy without any warmth, only a watery sun to light the desert around her. Normally that would be frustrating, but she comes to a full stop with a grin on her face, chest tingling with eagerness. Now only to wait: Bex isn’t much good at that, but Leviathan seems worth sticking around for.
@Leviathan what a dingus!
