She’d say yes to anything he asked of her, especially with the memory of his touch so fresh on her skin, but this particular request does not require much thought at all. How far they’ve come, from the colt who could not even look at her to the Reaper standing with her, presenting the idea of children. Their children. Daughters that could break and shape the world.
It was not a dream she had ever allowed herself to have but now it takes root in her heart quickly and without mercy, utterly consuming every piece of it.
Perhaps a small part of her wishes he wanted this for reasons other than her magic, but such wishes are hard to focus on when it is his power, his potential, that draws her to him. Does there need to be anything else?
The smile that rises on her features to meet his shark-toothed grin is dazzling and bright, something Beyza is sure she can feel shine in every part of her. She cannot find the words to explain what this idea of their future means to her or even find the breath to say yes.
But Jamie had not actually asked a question - so she thinks he must already know she’d give him anything. Whatever she had at her possession was his as well and she would offer it all freely if he would continue to smile at her and speak of a shared future.
Her body changes to make her a creature of mist in the same way he is one of shadow - her white eyes dancing in quiet amusement and delight. Opposites and equals, a near-perfect match. Tendrils of the sweet white mist curl towards him as her muzzle does the same, brushing a ghost-soft touch against his cheek so their shadows and mist blend into grey fog (this touch still so tentative, perhaps all the old wounds have not closed as much as she liked to think).
@[jamie]