02-19-2022, 02:08 PM
Beyza
Deep, ragged breaths are taken as Beyza teleports herself from beneath the stormy ocean off Ischia to Hyaline. She stumbles when the hard ground materializes under her hooves but manages not to fall as her wild eyes scan the surroundings. It is a quiet, sunny day here in the valley - completely untouched by the dark clouds that she had just left in the east and it takes a moment to focus her eyes in the brightness. A light dusting of snow covers the ground and Beyza shivers as the air cools the rain and ocean water she is soaked with and that drips freely onto the ground.
She’d forgotten that autumn touches the world outside of Ischia differently. The sourness that the chill inspires does not last long as she forces the discomfort away and focuses on her reason for coming here.
There’s a faint tint of pink in odd, streaked patches from where the blood-filled water had been touching her coat when she had left the ocean. She attempts a step but finds that her legs are too shaky to carry her around. So she will search another way.
Although Beyza’s only ever called Ryatah by her name except in her thoughts, she uses that other word now - and scrapes up enough of her depleted magic to send the whisper echoing around Hyaline in the hopes it will reach the right ears. “Mom.”
She’d forgotten that autumn touches the world outside of Ischia differently. The sourness that the chill inspires does not last long as she forces the discomfort away and focuses on her reason for coming here.
There’s a faint tint of pink in odd, streaked patches from where the blood-filled water had been touching her coat when she had left the ocean. She attempts a step but finds that her legs are too shaky to carry her around. So she will search another way.
Although Beyza’s only ever called Ryatah by her name except in her thoughts, she uses that other word now - and scrapes up enough of her depleted magic to send the whisper echoing around Hyaline in the hopes it will reach the right ears. “Mom.”
@Ryatah