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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
There is only so long the gods can stand to leave Bexley in peace. She knows this, and yet she is still surprised when she hears the gentle, tell-tale shift of grasses behind her, of carefully placed hoof steps, and a breath that whistles behind her like a breeze. However, she does not turn. Whoever has disturbed her can make the first move, should have the guts to interrupt her fully. Bexley gazes out, unbothered, over the horizon of the field, and waits with an inexplicable patience.
It is not long before the intruder speaks. The voice is soft and feminine, dare she say unassuming, and yet Bexley’s intuition tells her not to discount the girl so quickly, that there must be something more intriguing than a typical flower-child. At last the golden girl looks over her shoulder. What stares back at her is something of inexplicable beauty - long legs and full hair, marked with flowers, and a grin that speaks volumes - all at once Bexley calms, relaxes, intrigued by the strange purple eyes that look back at her. Slowly she turns to face the girl completely.
White curls sloughing over her shoulders, that golden chain glinting in the low light, Bexley’s indigo gaze narrows, and the expression that crosses her face is something sharp and curious, bright with a catty half-smile that flashes bone white teeth. I wouldn’t tell if you if I had, she says, nostrils flaring in amusement. But no, I’m haven't. Did you? Humor rings just barely through Bexley’s smoky voice.
@Florentine <33 me too!
