a killer come to call, beyza

[Beyza]

She does not correct him but Beyza knows that it is her sister, Caledonia, who truly shines like the sun - not herself. This youth feels like the moon in comparison, like she is just reflecting the warmth cast from her twin. It is not with bitterness that she feels this way, just a sense that Caledonia is alive in a way she is not. Much like Livinia. She is not sure she could ever try to explain that to someone but it is a truth that has settled into her heart. Beyza feels guilty about how she had been such an eyesore the first time they met, which tumbles into a cycle with annoyance because she does not think she should feel guilty at all just for being herself. “I would have obscured myself with a cloud back then if I could have.” She looks down to see the mist swirling gently at her sides and knows it does little to diminish the sheer brightness of her entire self. There is a part of her that wants to shine all the brighter - but for whatever reason, she cannot quite grasp her magic from that cold and petty place. It will not react to the desire to do someone else harm, even if it’s only to their retinas. But she also does not offer to darken her colour to make it easier on him. She’s not yet decided on whether she will forgive him for the way he had made her feel last time. Instead, she just smiles faintly, her white eyes looking up to the sky for a moment as she speaks aloud another train of thought. “I have never found looking into the sun to be painful, but perhaps I am too much like it for it to burn.” Can fire burn other fire? Her gaze drops, her blinks few and far between and she finds herself tilting her head much like he is - unable to deny that she is very curious about him. “Have you been spending more of your time in the light, then?” beyza

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