Beyza
Relief spreads through Beyza when the sun returns. When it keeps returning - when the stars shine above once more at night so that even then the darkness is not consuming. It brings a smile to her crystalline features still.
Her children will not have to grow up in shadows.
She hasn’t yet let herself wonder what this means after what she had done trying so hard to bring about the darkness, those thoughts become locked up for a future day. Which is easier to do now, to pick and choose which emotions she wants to deal with, now that there aren’t three lives growing in her and sending her fracturing into a million different directions.
So now she can allow herself the simple joy of a warm summer morning, with the sun filtered behind large fluffy white clouds overhead and casting patterns of shadows below.
Beyza cannot quite bring herself to go back to the forest, where she's usually pulled to whenever she leaves Pangea, so instead she follows the curve of the river - absentmindedly wandering along the bank, watching the surface glint in the sunlight and using her magic to cause it to reflect in the air above the water, adding a slight sparkle. There's a soft glow to her, though she does not need it to light up anything anymore. It's become a habit more than anything, a small comfort that reminds her of one of her mothers - and it is nice too, for a change, to use her powers for such simple purposes.
Her children will not have to grow up in shadows.
She hasn’t yet let herself wonder what this means after what she had done trying so hard to bring about the darkness, those thoughts become locked up for a future day. Which is easier to do now, to pick and choose which emotions she wants to deal with, now that there aren’t three lives growing in her and sending her fracturing into a million different directions.
So now she can allow herself the simple joy of a warm summer morning, with the sun filtered behind large fluffy white clouds overhead and casting patterns of shadows below.
Beyza cannot quite bring herself to go back to the forest, where she's usually pulled to whenever she leaves Pangea, so instead she follows the curve of the river - absentmindedly wandering along the bank, watching the surface glint in the sunlight and using her magic to cause it to reflect in the air above the water, adding a slight sparkle. There's a soft glow to her, though she does not need it to light up anything anymore. It's become a habit more than anything, a small comfort that reminds her of one of her mothers - and it is nice too, for a change, to use her powers for such simple purposes.
@[Tiberios] idk what this is but it's a start!!