05-19-2021, 10:23 AM
Beyza
Maurtia is grinning at Decima’s words, and turns to say something to Neuna to notice how the palest daughter is calling fog to twist around her ankles. Without saying anything, this daughter that can summon bones and speak to ghosts moves over to Neuna and drapes her head over her sister’s back. A slightly awkward but comfortable position that reminds her of when they sleep in a huddle together and it’s only their variation in colour that enables them to tell which body is which.
She hums softly, a song she’s made up about those slimy ghosts she’s still thinking about - but she keeps the words to this song in her head and uses the melody to help soothe her sweetest sister.
Beyza can only hope that a little more time will have the youngest feel more comfortable. She hadn’t enjoyed leaving the shadow wolf pups behind but that is a problem she can try to sort out later. For now, her attention is on the mare that approaches - appreciation spreading through her for the fact that they are not left waiting on the beach for long.
She’d already been crafting a pleasant smile when her middle daughter speaks up to answer before she can, and the grin turns genuine and warm - dancing a little in her pale eyes as she shifts her attention back to the finned mare - who seemed to suit this place so perfectly. “My daughters and I are looking for somewhere new to live, and we're hoping there might be room for us here. I’m Beyza, and this is Maurtia, Decima, and Neuna.” She gestures to each of the girls in turn, black and grey and white, and turns back to the finned mare with that same warm smile. It is easy to come by, in the presence of the girls - even when the back of her mind houses worries about the youngest.
There is another island they can try if this one is unwelcoming, but she is already hopeful that they can remain here. That starting now there will be a little more stability for the triplets. That here in the tropical sun they can grow up without worries of shadows and death.
She hums softly, a song she’s made up about those slimy ghosts she’s still thinking about - but she keeps the words to this song in her head and uses the melody to help soothe her sweetest sister.
Beyza can only hope that a little more time will have the youngest feel more comfortable. She hadn’t enjoyed leaving the shadow wolf pups behind but that is a problem she can try to sort out later. For now, her attention is on the mare that approaches - appreciation spreading through her for the fact that they are not left waiting on the beach for long.
She’d already been crafting a pleasant smile when her middle daughter speaks up to answer before she can, and the grin turns genuine and warm - dancing a little in her pale eyes as she shifts her attention back to the finned mare - who seemed to suit this place so perfectly. “My daughters and I are looking for somewhere new to live, and we're hoping there might be room for us here. I’m Beyza, and this is Maurtia, Decima, and Neuna.” She gestures to each of the girls in turn, black and grey and white, and turns back to the finned mare with that same warm smile. It is easy to come by, in the presence of the girls - even when the back of her mind houses worries about the youngest.
There is another island they can try if this one is unwelcoming, but she is already hopeful that they can remain here. That starting now there will be a little more stability for the triplets. That here in the tropical sun they can grow up without worries of shadows and death.
@[Aquaria]