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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Sun flares against Bexley’s swash of dark lashes. She dips her head against the oncoming light, dropping her chin to her chest as to traverse that many shallow steps that lead into into the building. The universe is almost completely still, a heavy silence that promises change. Dust swirls through the air around her, backlit by watery yellow light, to form glittering microscopic clouds; her appearance can be easily heard, due to the soft click her blonde hooves make against the age-weathered stone, but she continues forward without self-consciousness. Her muscles and joints squeak in gentle protest but hold. When the light starts to fade around her and Bex finally steps through the threshold, into the hallway just ahead of the grand room, she finally looks up, calm, eyes readjusting to the shadows that stretch around her.
Unbelievable that Bexley has not once been the quickest to join a meeting. Though her head snaps up immediately at the sound of Maxence’s guttural roar, and her slender legs move quickly over the sand back to the Day Court, she knows by the time she rounds the last corner that she is intruding on a coalition already half-formed, a group of Maxence’s most loyal, tireless cronies. A snort of derision floods from flared nostrils, yet she moves forward with enthusiastic purpose, positive against the pain that still blossoms in her side.
Avdotya, Leviathan, Inkheart, Eden. It’s satisfying that she can name them off so quickly. Sloughing salt-crunchy white curls from her delicately carved face, Bexley slows her pace to an amble, narrow hips swaying, and takes her time in fully joining the group. When she does, she comes to a stop just next to Eden and bumps the taller mare with her shoulder, conspiratorial, the soundless mention of a friendship she’s not subtle about showing off to the rest of the group. With a flicker of dark-blue eyes she watches the expressions of her peers, gauging the mood of the hour, then turns her gaze evenly on Maxence and raises an eyebrow at him in wait.
