Beyza would have been content, in her odd way, to stand where she was. Though it would have been considered rude by many others, she also would have been content just to watch Michaelis and Desire interact with her unblinking gaze. She found the star-strewn mare absolutely captivating and wondered what it was like to seem so at ease with a near stranger.
“It does not seem like much of a curse to me.” Beyza offers quietly upon the response Desire’s question receives and there is a small smile that accompanies the words.
Her eyes move from the equines to the shadows as they move and her heart leaps as a few reach out to her. A very quiet “Yes” is her response to the question from Michaelis and the word is reverent on her tongue. Beyza is briefly embarrassed by this but she takes a step, bringing her to a more reasonable and far more polite distance as the others join her. There’s a pleasure in this little bit of attention that causes a flutter in her stomach. She would have been content to be where she was, true, but this is better.
It takes some effort to look at the pair and not at the shadows themselves, but she manages - only glancing away now and then when their movement grabs her attention.
Beyza did not know much about the plague herself, only vague references to it. The mention of the afterlife being open sends a subtle shiver across her skin as she remembers her visit through it. She may not be as adept as Desire at conversation but at least she has the sense not to bring that up. “And aside from that, just the normal rise, fall, burning, and crumbling of lands.” Beyza was still young, but the fact that she could think of several examples that would fall under this description made her feel relatively certain that it was, in fact, common.
Her white gaze doesn't easily showcase emotion but there's a friendly note in her voice and a smile when she asks a question of Michaelis in return. “Did you visit anywhere interesting on your journey?”
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