08-26-2021, 07:04 PM
Beyza
It’s been a while since Beyza has seen anyone new here. She hasn’t officially met everyone who does but there is only so much space on these islands. She’s become familiar with their colours and movements, like they are extensions of the islands as well that she can sense. Seeing the polar bear here, on these sands, is a momentary shock before it shifts into a flaxen stallion. Well, that definitely made more sense - though Beqanna is a strange place. Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised at all if a polar bear actually had wandered in.
This stranger should at least be more interesting company than a wild bear at least and Beyza finds herself walking towards him, pulled by her curiosity. The smile she offers in return to his own is not as warm, but it is still present - softening the brightness of her unblinking gaze.
She’s been making more of an effort, knowing how easily she can fall still when there is something new to observe. Not blinking, barely even seeming to breathe as her mind works. It's new, this worry that she will come across as a little off and certainly inspired by a few remarks she's been given by her daughters.
“Two homes?” She asks with a small laugh, wondering what the story is behind that, before answering his questions. “Yes this is Ischia, no you are not intruding - and I’m Beyza.” She doesn’t miss the way his eyes drift to the shade. The tropical sun could be overbearing - especially for those that didn't have a magical knack for easing discomfort. The glittering animals that had been trailing her fade away in the sunlight and a cooler breeze floats across the ocean towards the pair of them, though she still asks “Would you prefer to stand in the shade?”
This stranger should at least be more interesting company than a wild bear at least and Beyza finds herself walking towards him, pulled by her curiosity. The smile she offers in return to his own is not as warm, but it is still present - softening the brightness of her unblinking gaze.
She’s been making more of an effort, knowing how easily she can fall still when there is something new to observe. Not blinking, barely even seeming to breathe as her mind works. It's new, this worry that she will come across as a little off and certainly inspired by a few remarks she's been given by her daughters.
“Two homes?” She asks with a small laugh, wondering what the story is behind that, before answering his questions. “Yes this is Ischia, no you are not intruding - and I’m Beyza.” She doesn’t miss the way his eyes drift to the shade. The tropical sun could be overbearing - especially for those that didn't have a magical knack for easing discomfort. The glittering animals that had been trailing her fade away in the sunlight and a cooler breeze floats across the ocean towards the pair of them, though she still asks “Would you prefer to stand in the shade?”
@Ledger