07-03-2020, 11:25 PM
“I know when you go
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
“Hyaline is beautiful, and you know you’re welcome here anytime,” she tells her, with another touch to Beyza’s neck. “If you see Atrox though it might be a good idea to leave him alone,” she adds with a faint but amused smile, “He can be….less than friendly.” She doesn’t think that he would do anything to the young girl, even if he recognized her as Agetta’s daughter. He was irritable enough though that even Ryatah chose to rarely disturb him, and though Beyza had her magic to defend herself with, she would prefer for it to never come to that.
“I would love to see anything that you can show me,” a genuine expression from someone like her, who has always been fond of magic and all the strangeness that came with it. Magic has not always been kind to her, and yet it has defined her. All the ways magic has touched her has shaped her, played a part in the way it sharpened her in some places while softening her in others. It was hard to hate something that has given her so many things – like Beyza.
She can hear the birds, the sound of wings fluttering on the wind, and she lifts her dark gaze to the sky. When she looks back she is surprised to see Beyza’s entire demeanor has changed. There is concern, first, but that is quickly washed away by remorse. Even though it wasn’t her fault – she had played no part in Anaxarete’s games – she still could not shake the feeling of guilt. She holds the young girl’s gaze, her chest tightening with anxiety, and at first all she can do is nod her agreement. “Yes,” she finally says, her voice soft. “You are. Mine and Agetta’s.”
Her tongue feels heavy, but her mind is frenetic. She wants to explain everything, wants to assure Beyza that this truth did not mean anything had to change. “Your mother doesn’t know,” is what she says instead, and continues imploringly, “and I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell her.”
“I would love to see anything that you can show me,” a genuine expression from someone like her, who has always been fond of magic and all the strangeness that came with it. Magic has not always been kind to her, and yet it has defined her. All the ways magic has touched her has shaped her, played a part in the way it sharpened her in some places while softening her in others. It was hard to hate something that has given her so many things – like Beyza.
She can hear the birds, the sound of wings fluttering on the wind, and she lifts her dark gaze to the sky. When she looks back she is surprised to see Beyza’s entire demeanor has changed. There is concern, first, but that is quickly washed away by remorse. Even though it wasn’t her fault – she had played no part in Anaxarete’s games – she still could not shake the feeling of guilt. She holds the young girl’s gaze, her chest tightening with anxiety, and at first all she can do is nod her agreement. “Yes,” she finally says, her voice soft. “You are. Mine and Agetta’s.”
Her tongue feels heavy, but her mind is frenetic. She wants to explain everything, wants to assure Beyza that this truth did not mean anything had to change. “Your mother doesn’t know,” is what she says instead, and continues imploringly, “and I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell her.”
ryatah
@[Beyza]