[private] on my tallest tiptoes

[Beyza]

Beyza is a little more prepared for it this time, when the memories come. They are a little stronger, thanks to the smaller distance between them, and clearer. First there is a spotted mare and then someone she recognizes. It’s a curious thing, to see Jamie and Liv’s father in a memory from this girl - saying her name. It makes her start for a moment, but of course those that live in Pangea exist outside of when she sees them. She should not be so surprised that those she knows will have wandered and met others. She knows nothing of Kensley except his relation to three of the horses she holds dear. This means of communicating is slow, but fascinating, and Beyza finds herself smiling just a little when she tries out the name of the girl before her for the first time. “Aela.” The way Beyza says it is an echo of how Kensley had - the wonder in her voice is mimicked more than it is natural. It is just a name, after all, though she supposes it is one that is kind to the tongue. But then, perhaps to just make things easier, she makes an offer - her white eyes unblinking but not unkind. “Would you like to talk?” Beyza asks rather bluntly, though there's a current of trepidation in her voice when she makes the offer. It causes her demeanor to change temporarily, caution lining her body. She always just wants to help but she's too wary of the times when she's been turned down for just wanting that simple thing for her to have much confidence in the offer any more. “I can help, at least while we're together, if you wish it.” beyza

artwork by lunargraphics

@[Aela]