Though she is mostly passive and indifferent as she hovers there as white mist, Beyza’s screaming on the inside. This feels so different than her other murders - those were ones of mercy and had to be twisted to fit her logic, and in the end she had regretted them. The sick filly who reminded her so much of young Este still haunts her thoughts and continues to soften her.
Here, standing among the tempest and twisting the glass shards deeper through Gale’s body, she feels none of that softness - none of the guilt. It is raw anger and grief pouring out of her and feeding the flames and they grow brighter and brighter until she cannot even see the way his smile falters at the end. Everything she had felt when Ryatah had been taken from them, everything she feared she’d feel again if Gale set his sights next on someone else she cared for - like her daughters.
Maybe a roar finally escapes her as he bursts into ash, but if the storm hears her scream it will keep that secret.
When the ashes scatter, Beyza’s body solidifies and the glass spikes return to the sand she had crafted them from.
Exhausted, she stumbles on the shoal, the waves of the storm crashing into her and knocking her around. She’s already fighting for breath when the water sweeps her legs out from underneath her. Instead of letting herself be washed back to shore or out to sea, she allows her heart to tell her where she wishes to be - and then she materializes in Hyaline.
a little closer just because I can