| Let the moment break you, Beyza/Caledonia |

[caledonia]

I have glass in my throat when I sing about what an almost love it could've been

She always felt the most content when her sister was by her side and now was no different. She settles instantly when she feels the weight of Beyza near her—finding the deep comfort settle into her bones. It’s an immediate relief and she nearly sighs as she leans into Beyza, finding the cool of her spread across her side. Pleased, she brings her dual-colored gaze back to the bearded yearling, watching him curiously.

Caledonia is not surprised when Beyza broaches the subject much easier than she had—but, then again, her sister always the more bold of the two of them. Beyza jumped into situations with as much ease as Caledonia had reservations, so perhaps it was not surprising at all that her boldness calmed her nerves.

“We live in Pangea,” she offers with a brighter smile. Her wings fluff over her back and then settle together. “They never tell me anything about politics either.” This spoken quieter, almost like a secret between the two of them. She purposefully focuses on only her exclusion in the moment. She doesn’t know exactly what is disclosed to Beyza or not, but she would not be surprised if she knew more. Who would not want to share such things with her twin? She couldn’t begrudge them if they did.

Another shrug, a delicate rolling of her shoulders. “We could maybe accompany you if you want to go Pangea,” she softens each word, wishing she could take away whatever hurt the boy. “But if you’d rather not, then I am sure that we could find something that would take your mind off of it.”

She looks to Beyza, searching her sister’s face to see if she has any ideas.

Caledonia

@[Beyza]