"I'm the Magician of Crystal."
Marxie beat her long, pink eyelashes as she stared knowingly into Ezra's heart. Her ever-present smile widened as he took her hand in his and shook it.
She blushed and turned her head from Ezra slightly, the wide brim of her hat covering her face. Pulling her hand away from the shake, she withdrew some lip gloss and quickly applied it, popping her lips together and giggling.
"Mmm, much better," Marxie said. Her voice had an ethereal quality to it. It was clear, passing through the air as if nothing could interrupt it. Piercing. If she spoke quietly in a crowd, surely everyone would fall silent.
She tipped her head back up, exploring Bree and Ezra up and down with an ever-curious smile, one that flickered and grew whenever she detected a new interesting detail about them.
