There’s a crackle of electricity in the air of the Cove for a moment and it is followed by a flash of lightning. Not very subtle in the middle of a clear day, nor as effective as an entrance as it would have been at night, but Beyza liked it. She had a fondness for electricity, the first element that had sparked to her call when she had begun to practice her magic with Anaxarete.
Not that she was a whole lot better at it now but she was improving.
For example, the lightning the yearling teleported through hit sand - nothing living this time. Not all of her made it through, though, much to her disappointment. Her body was hazy and translucent. She had not left behind any organs this time but she was essentially a ghost of herself. Accidentally astral projecting sort of counted as a success, right?
She had her usual soft glow about her as she shifted away from her arrival spot. White eyes glanced around the Cove - hoping her arrival would not ruffle any scales. She had come here at the suggestion of Ana, after all. She was very curious about Ghaul - and about the home he had made for himself here outside of Pangea.
It’s only after she releases a soft, polite call that she thinks to be relieved that her voice had come with her through the teleport.
BEYZA
something borrowed into something new |