BEXLEY BRIAR
Bexley works in silence, for the most part; for once she is not in the mood to talk, though she does acknowledge Maxence’s greeting with a dry smile, not entirely immune to his charming tolerance of her. His story floods in one ear and out the other. She is entirely too distracted by the work to pay attention, and besides, listening would take energy she doesn’t have, drained suddenly by the presence of this stranger, this off-brand copy of herself. Irritation flooding from her body as sunlight floods over the walls of the Day Court, she bends her head to the dirt and flicks her ears, blocking out the noise.
Raum and Rhoswen show up almost in tandem. At the sight of the redhead Bex finally glances upward, pausing to raise an eyebrow at her in a silent question - together? They haven’t seen each other in a while; it’s entirely possible that Rhoswen and this weirdo are involved somehow, though of course Bex knows her friend is much too good for him. She watches the pair with a dim curiosity, then, quiet, turns back to her work. They’ll talk later.
From the corner of her eye, she watches Vadim, wondering, suspicious. He smells strange, his accent is foreign, he obviously doesn’t know any of them, and yet he has offered little in the way of an introduction, and even less in the way of an explanation. Bold move.
Why have you come here?
@maxence @rhoswen @vadim @Raum she's so stupid sorry LOL
