BEXLEY BRIAR
It doesn’t take long for Leviathan to show, which Bexley is immeasurably pleased by - she’s never been one for patience, to wait and think, more of an ask for forgiveness than permission kind of girl - he must know that, and Solis bless him for not making her wait. As his hoof steps sound behind her, she turns, insistent against the tug in her side, and grins. It’s surprisingly genuine. All wilderness and overexcitement, too comfortable to bother hiding her happiness. Eager? More than, she laughs, sheepish. A tingle of heat spreads across her skin, her cheeks, each limb, each muscle, until she could just as well be a ball of energy as a girl, uncontainable and overwhelming.
She listens to his spiel with wide eyes and ears flickering to catch each word, but it’s evident that none of it really registers. Slips through her brain without leaving its mark. The only thing that she fully understands is come at me, and then that wild, sharkish smile splits open her face again, and she wriggles in place, testing the ground under her hooves, the air around her, the warmth of the atmosphere. All at once Bexley is back in the canyon with the Teryr thrashing above her, and through the haze of reminiscence in her eyes, she’s calculating again: the strength of Leviathan’s huge body, his stance, head dipping, legs spreading.
For a moment Bexley thinks, paranoid, this was stupid, and that is a thought that truly sticks with her - repeats and ricochets - but, stubborn as ever, she ignores it and refocuses.
He’s stronger than she is, and bigger, and more experienced, and the only advantage she could possibly have is the speed afforded to her by such a slender body, such spindly legs. With that in mind, she digs her heels into the ground and springs forward as quickly as she can with a whirl toward his side, hoping to land her front hooves across his shoulder, ribs, anything - it’ll be a miracle if she gets anything at all.
eeeee @Leviathan
