BEXLEY BRIAR
Absorbed in the novelty of Delumine, Bexley hardly notices the sound of hoofsteps behind her, and when she does, ignores them; azure eyes lighting over the buildings and streets, ears swiveling among the cacophony, it seems nothing will tear her attention from her reverent observation of the Dawn Court. Yet when the voice finally erupts at her back, it is impossible to ignore - authoritative, deep, booming, almost - and, almost but not quite startled, Bexley pauses in her step and half-turns.
For a moment she looks him over, unselfconscious about her curiosity. Significantly taller than her and not unattractive, the kind of refined handsomeness hard to find in Solterra, where men are more scarred than not, more outlandish in their masculinity. Her gaze is drawn almost instantly to the diadem at his temple, and though it would be impossible for him to tell, her eyes sharpen then - start to reflect the light rather than absorb it, a calculated interest turning her to a mass of live wires and anticipation - she bats her lashes at him once, quick and casual, and then shifts to face the Sovereign completely.
Just visiting - Delumine is lovely. A warm smile crosses Bex’s face, which she warps pretty easily to make look sincere. She's had a lot of practice at it - flattery - and now it comes to her easily, almost on instinct, as she already starts to plan the way she'll talk to this man, what she'll say, what she could convince him of. Shifting thick curls from her cheek with the roll of one shoulder, and stepping forward just an inch, she continues in a silvery lilt, Kasil, I’m assuming? I’m Bexley. The air hums warm around her, damp and enticing; a new land, a new stranger and so many opportunities, so many paths to take here, all criss-crossing, all open and tempting.
@kasil <3
