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[Beyza]

Her excitement continues to grow and a warm smile lights up her features when Anaxarete appears beside her from a swirl of shadows. Everything that the dappled mare put the young filly in awe and she wonders how long it will be before she can appear out of nowhere like that. “Yes.” She breathes, though the first question is more-or-less rhetorical. For a moment, the electricity in the air around her intensifies with her excitement, causing her mane, feathers, and tail to further stand up, but it calms when Ana continues to speak and Beyza has something else to focus on. “Nothing on purpose” She admits, a little unhappily. “Sometimes I copy what I see.” She looks back and stretches those white wings that are sitting at her sides, echoes of those that her twin carries constantly. “I scared my mom by showing up looking like the guardians one night.” This confession comes as a whisper, confiding in her mentor with this secret, and she is appropriately bashful when thinking of that moment. Nearly gave Agetta a heart attack when a foal-sized, perfectly white version of Ripley came bounding in to snuggle. She does not call them monsters because, though they are a little frightful to behold, in her young world they have never been something to fear. “Mostly dad and Caledonia’s wings and the glow from the angel.” Her memories of the golden-accented mare that had been there when she and Caledonia had been born are hazy, but she knows that sometimes the glow makes her feel safe - especially in the darkness. “Was yours like that at first too?” BEYZA something borrowed into something new

@[Anaxarete]