M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
To watch Bexley's mind work was a wonder to behold, the crevices of her skull seeming to bloom as her eyes glazed with concentration. Ideas; the kind he could never think of were stirring in her mind, and while Maxence usually would not care less it was something that brought a substantial smile to his face. He had never seen her react like that— she had never seemed so enthusiastic about something before, or if she had she had never let it slip through the cracks. "Well," Maxence spoke in order to break the extended silence, though just as the word left his mouth so did words from the musky lips of his companion. "—Oh?" She liked his Teryr skull idea? He had thought of it mainly to intimidate all who came to the celebration, but as a decoration? He supposed he could try to make that happen, though the skull likely weighed at least ten times his own weight— he'd likely need five pegasi with ropes and more to transport it. "I'll see what I can do" He uttered as she turned to leave, taking his soaked body from the rich, quenching waters of the oasis and flexing his wings outward to dry momentarily. "Oh, and Bexley" he would then proceed, lifting a foot upwards onto a rock in preparation for take-off, wings flared and at the ready "Thank you." And with that he was gone. |
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