06-12-2024, 12:05 AM
Beyza
Beyza’s white gaze remains fixed on Torryn, watching carefully for a reaction to the boys - and what she knows they share with him. He is unreadable, though, as careful with his emotions and reactions as she is. A small smile does grow when he stares at their sons for a little too long, his greeting coming belatedly, along with an apology she ignores. There was no need for it.
Harrowed watches his father with open curiosity, though feeling no desire to move from his spot beside his twin, and Beyza checks on both of their reactions to this introduction before looking back to the shadow-draped stallion. She keeps that faint smile on her otherwise blank expression because it feels right when she speaks again. “They’ll need you to teach them.” She doesn’t phrase it as a question but it still hovers in the air as one anyway. There is enough respect for Torryn that she sees it as a request instead of a demand.
She does not doubt her ability to do her best to help them if he shows no interest - mostly because she has very little doubt in her ability to do anything. And even if there were someone else to ask, even if Torryn wasn’t so delightfully unlike anyone else she had met, she would not. The list of those she would trust with her children, even the fates who are so thoroughly grown now, is small indeed.
And somehow a creature who feeds on fear, someone who should - by all reasoning - ring alarm bells in the maternal protective side of her, has become one of those trusted few. It would be a strange, uncomfortable thought for anyone not as practical as Beyza.
She had liked Torryn before and now he shared something with their sons. A connection she could only mimic but not truly, in the marrow of her bones, understand and emulate. And although her trust could sour in the flash of an instant, for now she embraced it.
Harrowed watches his father with open curiosity, though feeling no desire to move from his spot beside his twin, and Beyza checks on both of their reactions to this introduction before looking back to the shadow-draped stallion. She keeps that faint smile on her otherwise blank expression because it feels right when she speaks again. “They’ll need you to teach them.” She doesn’t phrase it as a question but it still hovers in the air as one anyway. There is enough respect for Torryn that she sees it as a request instead of a demand.
She does not doubt her ability to do her best to help them if he shows no interest - mostly because she has very little doubt in her ability to do anything. And even if there were someone else to ask, even if Torryn wasn’t so delightfully unlike anyone else she had met, she would not. The list of those she would trust with her children, even the fates who are so thoroughly grown now, is small indeed.
And somehow a creature who feeds on fear, someone who should - by all reasoning - ring alarm bells in the maternal protective side of her, has become one of those trusted few. It would be a strange, uncomfortable thought for anyone not as practical as Beyza.
She had liked Torryn before and now he shared something with their sons. A connection she could only mimic but not truly, in the marrow of her bones, understand and emulate. And although her trust could sour in the flash of an instant, for now she embraced it.
@Torryn