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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Bexley frowns, for half a moment, at how long it takes him to look her way: is water really so important? Should company not be his first priority? Especially her company? She lets herself be petty for that one second, eyebrows creasing, a tingle of frustration lighting in her chest as she thinks of how badly her recent meetings have been going, then forces it down, packing the virility into the unused corners of her chest. Lashes flared against the brightness of the sun, she observes him carefully as he looks up. Bright green eyes, an ivory stripe snaking its way down the man’s face. Maybe not the most interesting specimen she’s seen in Novus, but not boring by any means: again her gaze flickers over the wings pressed to his side, and, though imperceptible, the muscles across her spine tense, an involuntary suspicion that flushes her body.
Upon hearing his accent, Bexley’s ear flicks of its own accord. Harsh, foreign, clipped. It’s been a long time since she’s heard someone so obviously from out of town. Vaguely she wonders if she sounded like that when she first arrived here, or if she still does. I’ll take you up on that, Bex replies when he finishes, and, pushing hair from her face with a slide of one narrow shoulder, she sidles toward the creek. Only a few feet of clear water rush past them, over rounded stones and heavy-packed dirt. As Bexley comes closer to the stranger, she picks up the scent of something far-away mixed with something familiar, sunny, natural - God, another Dawn Courter, like her run-in with Charlemagne wasn’t annoying enough.
Flower-picker, Bex says out loud. She doesn’t even mean to - it just kind of slips out, her brain-to-mouth filter gone all of a sudden, judgement overtaking her being - but she doesn’t bother to take it back, either. That azure gaze flicks sideways to meet his, so intense it’s almost a glare. Sorry - Dawn Court, huh? I’m Bexley. Day. Her last word is loaded with pride, something heavy and self-indulgent. What else could someone expect from her?
@Somnus
