It does not escape Beyza’s notice that the living shadows recoil from her presence. And although she had expected it - that was why she had halted a little further away than Desire - she feels hurt by it all the same. She never had been one to handle rejection well. It’s worse because it’s shadows, because they remind her of the reaper and the way he had shrunk from her when they had first met.
But the stranger cloaked in shadows laughs softly which soothes away some of this hurt. She continues to watch him with curiosity, and then jealousy as the shadows stretch out towards Desire.
She’s already frowning slightly when he gives his response - even though it makes sense, and even though he smiles - and that frown deepens. Beyza doesn’t like the answer she is given, not one bit. If the shadows have a mind of their own, that means they might choose to avoid her. Instead of it being instinct alone. Beyza remains where she is, watching the pair before her, and suddenly feeling very much the odd one out.
She finds she does not mind terribly. It is fascinating, the ease with which her fellow Pangean moves. Closes the gap between her and Michaelis as though there's nowhere else she'd rather be than near him. There’s a boldness to the night-strewn mare Beyza has only felt in glimpses. It softens the frown away from her marble features and her curiosity returns - but now she's aware that she finds them both interesting.
And, for now, she has no other question to add to the other one asked so she just offers her name.
“I’m Beyza.”
@[michaelis]