| Let the moment break you, Beyza/Caledonia |

[caledonia]

there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony
and the less of it I need, the more I get

Caledonia’s life had started so quietly—so dark. It’s difficult to try and think back on it now. Difficult to even remember the darkness. How she had never truly seen anything for the first few years. How her entire world had been cast in the shadows and she had been left to follow the sounds, the scents.

Then, the death. The accident.

The moment she had come into contact with that toxin and felt her flesh bubble and begin to melt away. How it had felt to feel life breathed back into her lungs by her very sister—and, with it, her sight.

It should be enough to leave her nothing but overjoyed—and she is, on most days, nothing but grateful—but it also brings with it a certain clarity about the dangers of the world. It is difficult to turn an eye to it when she can see things so clearly now. When she had felt the very hazards on the tip of her tongue.

All of it leaves her a little withdrawn. A little shy. Cautious about where she chooses to interact and why.

(Except when it concerns her sister—she would follow Beyza to the ends of the earth, if need be.)

And it makes her more likely to spend her hours as the dove. The world may not be less dangerous for such small prey, but she finds comfort that few avian predators stalk these skies and it is so much easier to go undetected when she remains so little. So that is how she travels today. Her small wings flap as she navigates each passing breeze and she looks down to see her sister below, her eyes brightening.

It is only when she hears the boy talk to himself that she alters her coarse.

She coos lightly, communicating as best she can to her sister, and then angles downward. Her heart twists as she catches the final whispers and she lands, then shifts. When she straightens, its in the white body she knows nearly as well—although not nearly as brilliantly pale as her sister. Her dual-colored eyes settle on Yanhua and she contemplates answering his whisper before she decides the kind thing to do is pretend that she didn’t to hear it at all. So, instead, she just gives a shy smile and tucks her wings in close.

“Hello there.”

’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries
like an echo in the chambers of my chest

@[Beyza]