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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Sun glancing off the sharp rise of Bexley’s cheekbones, she stares down at the canyon with lazy interest, oceanic eyes skating the rocks, the sand, and far away the corpse of the Teryr, melting back into the nothingness from whence it came. Piles of bones, of flesh and reptilian skin. She looks upon it with satisfaction that builds like a storm inside her chest, tingling up and down each limb, each clump of muscle, until a small, unbidden smile races across her lips only to disappear as fast it came.
It’s interesting that they’re getting along so well: Bexley has never thought of herself as one to make friends, especially not with this type of woman, the one who was just showing off in front of Maxence, who studies, who prays, who is so fervently religious. What would she say if she knew Bexley had worshipped a wholly separate entity just last summer? The image of Una, her bones made of trees, her skin of leaves, her eyes of ocean, goes careening through Bexley’s head, a holy vision, and briefly she closes her eyes and says thank you, even under the glare of Solis directly overhead. Then she stills. Bex is hardly self-conscious about it, but in the eyes of a priestess it might be damning.
An ardent worshipper… a look of amusement turns Bexley’s blue eyes to glass, and, pushing curls away from her face with a slender shoulder, she lets out a good-natured snort. What else would you expect? She turns to face Inkheart and offers a facetious batting of her lashes, a toothy smirk, everything on her body speaking of a sardonic, overconfident humor. She’s not afraid of judgement or of offending Solis, and the peppy spring that causes her hips to waggle and eyes to go bright in the sun as she dares, Not until recently, I’m sorry to say, but, yes - devoted enough, I would guess. Probably not enough for your tastes.
@inkheart
