"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
The pale mare nods in response to Aela’s question about Anaxarete - yes, another magician. More powerful than Beyza knew and certainly an inspiration. With a lot of practice she believed she could weave her own magic with the same easy power as the shadowmare. And a few more years as well - every once in a while, Beyza remembers how young she is. Practically been practicing magic since the day she was born but that was nothing compared to decades of perfecting the art.
Maybe one day she could even be as powerful and magnificent as the dark god that had helped to salvage Pangea.
Her wandering mind returns to the girl standing before her when Aela begins to speak again. She does not need to consider the answer because she has used her magic in such a way before. Mostly with her own family, to find her way back home if she got lost, but she’s sure it could be used for others.
“Yes, unless you mean them harm.” Beyza replies with a cool smile - she cannot imagine the girl before her would want to find someone for nefarious purposes but it was one of the stipulations of her magic. Of course, if Beyza simply did not know about it she’s sure it would work. Her magic was a strange thing with strange rules that did not seem to apply to anyone else. As of yet, it has only limited her in small ways. She had not been able to increase her glow to the point where it would hurt Jamie, for example.