05-20-2024, 01:32 PM
Beyza is thinking of other things when she spots the unfamiliar mare in the Dale’s morning light. The star-speckled coat of her is something she has been accustomed to seeing, and she has no trouble believing this is yet another one of a collection of family members spread wide across Beqanna. She knows there are a few small families living in the Dale - but the times are such that she does not need to bother them. There are no ranks anymore, no castes to climb up and prove yourself with. No need for a champion when Beyza is both capable and willing to handle any such matters by herself.
There isn’t even really a queen - for the Dale is hardly a kingdom.
She is a guardian, more than anything. Protecting the pieces of Hyaline and the Dale for what they had once been, pretending that she is protecting those living here from threats that no longer exist in the world.
Beyza ultimately approaches the young mare because she has likely already been spotted, and she is a little curious about the younger generations that have spawned up in Beqanna while the rest of them have seemed to be frozen in time.
“Good morning.” She dips her head a little as she comes to a stop nearby. The crown is not there today - it rarely is, unless one of her children requests it - and she settles her blinkless white gaze on the mare. “I’m Beyza.”
There doesn’t seem to be any need to say anything else - either the stranger will have something to say or she won’t, and they can both go on with their days.
There isn’t even really a queen - for the Dale is hardly a kingdom.
She is a guardian, more than anything. Protecting the pieces of Hyaline and the Dale for what they had once been, pretending that she is protecting those living here from threats that no longer exist in the world.
Beyza ultimately approaches the young mare because she has likely already been spotted, and she is a little curious about the younger generations that have spawned up in Beqanna while the rest of them have seemed to be frozen in time.
“Good morning.” She dips her head a little as she comes to a stop nearby. The crown is not there today - it rarely is, unless one of her children requests it - and she settles her blinkless white gaze on the mare. “I’m Beyza.”
There doesn’t seem to be any need to say anything else - either the stranger will have something to say or she won’t, and they can both go on with their days.
@Crucis