05-08-2021, 07:23 PM
Beyza
Her eyes snag on the scar and Beyza tracks as he passes before her eyes shift - watching the water as he enters, watching the dirt that clouds it. Is it worse to stare or worse to be caught looking away, she wonders? She thinks about that but now how it's probably impolite to stare at someone as they’re bathing - though she makes some effort to be looking nearby and not directly at him. Even when the corner of her mouth twitches upwards at the sigh he makes as he muddies the water around him.
Her own scars were small and so subtle in comparison, iridescent claw and teeth marks on her throat and legs. She had died when she got hers and she wonders how such tiny things had taken her down but here he was looking like he had fallen halfway into one of Tephra’s magma flows and was still alive, still smiling.
Or had he carried his out of the afterlife too?
Her attention returns to his face when he begins to speak, thinking this must definitely be a cue that it is okay for her to look at him directly again, and her smile grows a little when he uses a cryptic tone to mention the six kingdoms because this is a story she knows.
And though she doesn't mind terribly that he’s forced to look up at her from her current vantage point, Beyza moves - drawn in by her curiosity and fascination and with it a desire to be friendly (though she has forgotten to blink in some time). She descends the bank but remains where the river is only as shallow as her hooves - a little closer to eye level, anyway, while still giving him space. She falls utterly still again but there's life and interest in her voice and eyes when she replies “My parents are all from that time as well. I don’t know if it is comforting or not, but you aren’t alone.” She didn’t know what it was like to be out of time, wasn’t sure if there was any comfort in knowing that there are some out there that not only recognize the names of the old kingdoms but had lived and died in them. Or whether it wouldn't matter at all unless they were someone he knew, family or lovers lost.
“I’m Beyza.” Her smile is bright with curiosity when she follows her own introduction with one of many, many questions “Which moral alignment did you fall under, Tiberios?”
Her own scars were small and so subtle in comparison, iridescent claw and teeth marks on her throat and legs. She had died when she got hers and she wonders how such tiny things had taken her down but here he was looking like he had fallen halfway into one of Tephra’s magma flows and was still alive, still smiling.
Or had he carried his out of the afterlife too?
Her attention returns to his face when he begins to speak, thinking this must definitely be a cue that it is okay for her to look at him directly again, and her smile grows a little when he uses a cryptic tone to mention the six kingdoms because this is a story she knows.
And though she doesn't mind terribly that he’s forced to look up at her from her current vantage point, Beyza moves - drawn in by her curiosity and fascination and with it a desire to be friendly (though she has forgotten to blink in some time). She descends the bank but remains where the river is only as shallow as her hooves - a little closer to eye level, anyway, while still giving him space. She falls utterly still again but there's life and interest in her voice and eyes when she replies “My parents are all from that time as well. I don’t know if it is comforting or not, but you aren’t alone.” She didn’t know what it was like to be out of time, wasn’t sure if there was any comfort in knowing that there are some out there that not only recognize the names of the old kingdoms but had lived and died in them. Or whether it wouldn't matter at all unless they were someone he knew, family or lovers lost.
“I’m Beyza.” Her smile is bright with curiosity when she follows her own introduction with one of many, many questions “Which moral alignment did you fall under, Tiberios?”
@[Tiberios]