02-11-2024, 12:39 AM
Some hazy memory flickers in the back of her mind of a trip from canyons to tropics, and perhaps he is right - perhaps their mother took them away from him. Deebee seems to think so, some agreement thrumming down their bond from where he is hiding among her fog. She is not paying him much attention - her white eyes focused so intently on those eerie yellow ones of her father.
And she believes what he is telling her.
It is easy for her to believe that Beyza is the better magician - so simply ingrained in her from youth is the iron idolization of her mother. Even if the white mare had only done small tricks for her daughters, it had certainly been enough to inspire.
So she thinks nothing of that statement - and it is soon eclipsed anyway, and her smile blends with shock and delight that their family is bigger than she even knew.
“A sister?” She brightens at this, missing the sharpness of the grin with which it is delivered. Stepping eagerly into the crocodile’s mouth, oblivious to any potential for harm - so secure is her belief that Death is a beloved friend, no matter what form it may take. “What’s her name?”
And she believes what he is telling her.
It is easy for her to believe that Beyza is the better magician - so simply ingrained in her from youth is the iron idolization of her mother. Even if the white mare had only done small tricks for her daughters, it had certainly been enough to inspire.
So she thinks nothing of that statement - and it is soon eclipsed anyway, and her smile blends with shock and delight that their family is bigger than she even knew.
“A sister?” She brightens at this, missing the sharpness of the grin with which it is delivered. Stepping eagerly into the crocodile’s mouth, oblivious to any potential for harm - so secure is her belief that Death is a beloved friend, no matter what form it may take. “What’s her name?”
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