12-21-2025, 01:02 AM
He shuffles forwards and it takes so much concentration to keep her body from stepping back. She feels their magnetic forces repelling against each other, the truth of how similiar they are pushing against her like something physical and reminding her that distance is best.
But she has pride, this statue of a mare. And even if this is not the Jamie that would revel in her retreat, she will not grant any version of him any sort of secession.
She focuses on his words rather than their proximity and shakes her head in such a small, subtle gesture as she replies quietly and without emotion. "She wants only what is best for herself." The dappled magician may have shown Beyza more affection than her children but she knows it was because of her magic — Beyza was a tool that could be used for power and chaos. And a tool can be discarded or broken without remorse. She doubts the same could be said of Jamie and his siblings.
It is difficult to hate this misguided child who The Reaper had once been. Before it all went both wrong and right. She regrets his pain and can no longer remember if she had ever offered to soothe the aches during their friendship. She has no idea whether her magic would even answer the call now — to heal him.
Beyza doesn't snort when he refers to Anaxarete doing something for her, giving her a gift. There isn't a roll of her eyes or laugh. Without warning, she begins to burn. White fire licks up her sides and the light from her brightens.
Still she does not move. Her near-frozen stance and unblinking gaze show no indication that she even notices the flames.
So much for holding onto her reactions. It is awfully dramatic of her, attempting to intimidate this child, but since she cannot rule out the idea that this is a trap she will remind him that she is not as retired as she might seem. When she speaks, her voice is level and firm. "This is not a gift. This is what I have created for myself." The shimmering scars that remind her of her past mistakes. The magic that had always been rooted in love. The friends she has found. The children she helped to creat and then protected. The home she kept safe.
But she has pride, this statue of a mare. And even if this is not the Jamie that would revel in her retreat, she will not grant any version of him any sort of secession.
She focuses on his words rather than their proximity and shakes her head in such a small, subtle gesture as she replies quietly and without emotion. "She wants only what is best for herself." The dappled magician may have shown Beyza more affection than her children but she knows it was because of her magic — Beyza was a tool that could be used for power and chaos. And a tool can be discarded or broken without remorse. She doubts the same could be said of Jamie and his siblings.
It is difficult to hate this misguided child who The Reaper had once been. Before it all went both wrong and right. She regrets his pain and can no longer remember if she had ever offered to soothe the aches during their friendship. She has no idea whether her magic would even answer the call now — to heal him.
Beyza doesn't snort when he refers to Anaxarete doing something for her, giving her a gift. There isn't a roll of her eyes or laugh. Without warning, she begins to burn. White fire licks up her sides and the light from her brightens.
Still she does not move. Her near-frozen stance and unblinking gaze show no indication that she even notices the flames.
So much for holding onto her reactions. It is awfully dramatic of her, attempting to intimidate this child, but since she cannot rule out the idea that this is a trap she will remind him that she is not as retired as she might seem. When she speaks, her voice is level and firm. "This is not a gift. This is what I have created for myself." The shimmering scars that remind her of her past mistakes. The magic that had always been rooted in love. The friends she has found. The children she helped to creat and then protected. The home she kept safe.
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