[private] on my tallest tiptoes

[Beyza]

Almost as soon as Beyza arrives in the common areas, she’s not sure why she had come. She looks at the scattered horses, some mingling and some just moving on, and feels no desire to approach any of them. None of them are familiar, none of them are who she would like to speak to or the company she would like to keep. She doesn't even know who she was hoping for, all she knows is that they aren't here. So she goes to disappear back into the trees, blurring her edges as she does - until she’s mostly mist and drifts through trees and branches. Her mind is wandering, it is everywhere and nowhere, and it feels like mere chance that she spots the figure from the corner of her eye. Curious, Beyza watches like a ghost from the shadows as the chestnut girl approaches the trees - lifting a forelimb and then a golden glow appears. Like a lure for a fish. Well, just call Beyza a minnow because it works. She moves forward, solidifying and carefully winding her way around the few trunks that separate them. There is a soft white glow around her, breaking apart the shadows she moves under. Her white eyes don’t blink as she considers the younger girl.  “I like your glow.” She says, though she only half means it. She likes her own better - but she wonders what it would be like to be wreathed in gold instead of the cool moonlight she constantly surrounds herself with. Did the gold feel warm like sunlight? beyza

artwork by lunargraphics

@[Aela]