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A desert day trip may have been one of Bexley's dumber ideas, but it sure as hell makes her feel more relieved to stumble into this place. Vibrant grass instead of dusty red sand, dew frosting Bexley's skin instead of leaving it drained by the sun - a bluer, wetter sky, promising rain at some point, which means a rush of cool air to be counted on.
As she walks, Bexley drags her feet through the short-cropped grass, humming contentedly as her body temperature drops and stabilizes, her curls returning to their former glory, the heat that's collected just under her skin being leached out by the damp turf. She wants to hate this place - she shouldn't even really be in the Dusk Court - but can't bring herself to do so. It's a beautiful day. Dense white clouds, a slow, soft breeze. Over the rise of the field looms a collection of thickly-packed trees, and behind them, the ocean. Tiny white flowers dot the vast expanse of flora around her. It's so basic, but so peaceful. Bexley inhales deeply, catching the scent of salt, and wet dirt, and -
Someone else. Damn, just like that, her few moments of peace ruined. Bex's mouth curves into a deep frown, and she throws her head up higher to look around, squinting against the sun. What a huge world, she thinks to herself, and yet people only show up when I least want them to. She's a social creature by nature, sure, but she's also out of her element, and the thought of being caught off guard unnerves her deeply. At least she's stumbled on this stranger before they stumbled onto her. That's an advantage right there. And whoever this is, they're probably as new as she is, and definitely not as self-confident. Her small moment of apprehension vanishes as quickly as it came.
A silhouette appears, someone hulking and dark, and Bexley forces herself not to snort at the melodramatic sight of this man walking on his lonesome through the field. Instead she sidles up slowly behind him and takes a good look. Black legs and a reddish coat, huge, spiraling dark horns curving out from his forehead, bundles of black hair dripping off his back and neck. As she approaches, he lets out a deep sigh, and Bexley can't contain her judgements.
"Aw, is someone grumpy, being all on his own?" she teases, catching up to walk beside him. Her reddish eyelashes flutter, laughing, mocking, or both. "Life sucks and then you die, huh? I get it, I guess. But I'm sure you have so much to live for. I'm Bexley," and she beams, flashing rows of white teeth unselfconsciously: this should be fun.
@camdis hope its ok we jumped in!!<3
