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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
The sky is still glowing rosy when Bexley emerges from the oasis and moves headfirst into the sun. It’s only just past dawn, with swirls of color lining the sky and a cool, dying breeze moving through the desert, and her chest is filled with a spark of purpose, flashing brightly through her map of nerves. Maxence has finally asked for her help with something, and despite herself, Bexley can’t help being… proud. Satisfied. Happy that he’s finally letting her do something. Something girly and not crazily important, but it’s still something, and something that she’s really good at.
Blond hooves scraping up sand as she walks, Bexley sways toward the oasis with a bounce of excitement. Her white-blonde mane is bound into a thick braid, loose enough that wisps have settled around her sharply carved cheeks; the gash on her shoulder from the Teryr attack has browned and scabbed over, on its way to recovery; and the bruise that has plagued her from hip to ribs has reached its deepest and darkest, leaving an unruly black blotch against that golden skin. It’s obnoxious to look at, but still she thanks Solis that her injuries were not worse.
By the time she reaches the edge of the canyon, the sun is low but beaming down at her, regaining its strength from the long night behind them. Giddiness seeps through her brain, through her skin. Maxence has not arrived yet, but for once Bexley does not find herself annoyed by the thought of the commander; instead she reaches down to take a drink from the creek that winds next to her feet and hums in contentment as the sound of the desert coming alive around her.
@maxence !!!
