Beyza stands still, not unlike prey, when the creature approaches. She is fascinated by him - her white eyes widening just slightly when he circles her. There is a soft thrum of fear in her heart but she clamps it down. She has met dragons and has been raised with scarier looking creatures. Her magic vibrates within her veins a little but there is not enough of herself to shift as she normally does - perhaps a galaxy marking crafted of stars and crystals would have appeared or perhaps a shimmering collection of diamond scales would have covered her body.
But instead she remains as she is, hazy and half-there. She doesn’t blink as often as she should, an odd habit she has picked up. When he asks why she’s like mist, she replies without hesitation. “I messed up and left some of myself in Pangea when I came here.” Her disappointment in herself is obvious in her tone as she pouts over this failure. But she sees no point in not being honest about her failure, even to a stranger. It is a simple fact, after all.
He introduces himself with an impressive string of titles she cannot replicate. She is just herself, after all, and does not yet know that just being herself is impressive all on it’s own.
Or, it would be if she could teleport with all of her cells in one place.
She finds that she does not need to breathe in her half-state but she inhales before she replies all the same. “I’m Beyza, of Pangea. I’ve been studying magic with Anaxarete and she suggested we meet.” She can understand why, since Ghaul is Anaxarete’s heir, and she wonders what she might be able to learn from the dragon creature.
Her first question comes out and her voice is bright with curiosity - and she hopes this question is not as rude as the other on her mind (what happened to your eyes?). “Why do you no longer live in Pangea if you are its heir?”
BEYZA
something borrowed into something new |
