[private] time for the father-daughter dance

[Beyza]

Gradually, Beyza’s world was beginning to get a little bigger - though not by much. Her adventures into the common lands remained the extent of it - leaving the whole wester portion of Beqanna a mystery. Sometimes, when she was having trouble focusing with her magic, she would get glimpses of other places - a volcano, cliffs, ice, forests that she doesn’t recognize. Although these places certainly sparked some of her curiosity, they were easily forgotten. Her world was, for now, still plenty interesting for her. After visiting the Cove, Beyza focused her attention on the other land that was part of Pangea’s family - which just so happened to be where Ryatah, her mother’s friend (and her own friend, she liked to think!) lived. It was early in the morning and the frost on the grass had not yet melted with the coming sun when Beyza arrived. She didn’t feel bold enough to try teleporting again after it went a little wonky last time so she had flown in on swan-white wings, landing near the lake. It does not occur to the nearly-two year old girl that she should have waited at the border. She meant no harm and therefore did not believe anyone could assume she did. A soft glow surrounds her as she folds her wings and they fade away, leaving her sides bare as her pale eyes search the shore and surrounding foothills for that gold-accented angel, for that familiar face. Beyza can feel that Ryatah is close somewhere and so she does not move - believing that soon enough she will be discovered. She stands still then, looking as though she was carved from marble as she waits. Beyza

art by sandy--apples

@[Ryatah]