BEXLEY BRIAR
Strange indeed, the girl that looks back at her from across a stretch of desert sand. Purple eyes bright in the overhead sun, splashed in irregular ivory and black, some very unique horns curling out against her cheeks - Bexley looks her up and down with a gaze that’s glassy and almost hot, those thick lashes fluttering casually, and the smirk that plays across her face is as calculated as it is devious. The chain around her throat is glimmering in the white light and she knows it.
And you are?
The surprise that flits across her face, is, for once, genuine. A Solterran who doesn’t know her? For the first time Bex realizes that this girl must be younger than she is, that she must be Torstein’s, young and unknowing. Too young to even have met Maxence, before he - her jaw tenses. Forcibly she shakes the thought from her head. Bexley Briar, comes the introduction, accompanied by the absolutely casual flick of a white curl. Those blue eyes watch Jaxis carefully, unwaveringly, and she narrows her gaze before she speaks again, the wide smile that crosses her lips at odds with the danger that lives in her expression. Day Court Champion of Community. And you?
The tone of the last word is almost biting, but not quite. At least Bex has that much of a handle on herself. She thinks for a moment about bringing up Torstein, then decides better of it, waiting in silence for the conversation to turn somewhere interesting, as it always does when it comes to Solterrans - so violent, so bred for impulse.
@Jaxis <3
