03-02-2024, 05:19 PM
Although Beyza had felt her time with Zain and Oaks had run its course, she had been interested in meeting the galaxy-adorned mare they had eventually found. Something about her had reminded her of Desire, a friend and a name that swims up into her thoughts from a different lifetime she had once so carefully locked away. The one where the world was in darkness and where Beyza’s heart had been covered in matching shadows.
So she returns once again to the place of her birth - a pair of white, feathered wings carrying her across the canyons below. The air is chilled and she does not harden her skin against it. She allows it to bite so that her mind can more easily drift to Ischia and the tropical sunshine she had enjoyed there rather than anywhere else her thoughts may be tempted to stray.
The sun is still relatively low in the periwinkle morning sky when Beyza angles her flight downwards towards a beautiful waterfall.
A little push of magic helps her land with ease. She had once loved to adorn the wings - whether they were made of feather or lightning - so she might pretend to be as radiant as her sister. Now she was out of practice, living a life that rarely required travel and when it did she was free to embrace whatever other manner felt most effective.
Rather than ridding herself of the wings she keeps them folded at her side as she approaches the pool at the base of the waterfall. There’s something magical about it too. She does not draw too close, wary about something that feels so harmless/ Her pale gaze instead turns to the surrounding land - watching for movement. She had not spotted the mare from the sky but there was nothing like a stranger standing in your home to draw someone out.
So she returns once again to the place of her birth - a pair of white, feathered wings carrying her across the canyons below. The air is chilled and she does not harden her skin against it. She allows it to bite so that her mind can more easily drift to Ischia and the tropical sunshine she had enjoyed there rather than anywhere else her thoughts may be tempted to stray.
The sun is still relatively low in the periwinkle morning sky when Beyza angles her flight downwards towards a beautiful waterfall.
A little push of magic helps her land with ease. She had once loved to adorn the wings - whether they were made of feather or lightning - so she might pretend to be as radiant as her sister. Now she was out of practice, living a life that rarely required travel and when it did she was free to embrace whatever other manner felt most effective.
Rather than ridding herself of the wings she keeps them folded at her side as she approaches the pool at the base of the waterfall. There’s something magical about it too. She does not draw too close, wary about something that feels so harmless/ Her pale gaze instead turns to the surrounding land - watching for movement. She had not spotted the mare from the sky but there was nothing like a stranger standing in your home to draw someone out.
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