There are occasional visitors to Ischia, though Beyza does little more than note their presence when they arrive. The confines of her magic stop her from entering their minds to see if they pose a threat so she must simply wait and observe and see if they do. So far, none have disrupted the peace of the tropical islands. There is a lull here as if the places where the sun shines brightest exist outside of time, and it is so easy for her to forget the things on the mainland.
Which is beneficial, when there is heartbreak waiting there, and detrimental when she remembers there are those she loves.
Sometimes it feels like who she was as a younger mare no longer exists at all - which suits her just fine. Easier to pretend there isn’t a reaper out there her thoughts sometimes drift to when, despite all her best efforts to keep her emotions locked up, she feels the tug of loneliness at her crystal-white heart.
Today there are other things to focus on and it is easier to ignore such thoughts - like the blue stallion standing on a shoal revealed by the lower tide. For a moment Beyza stands on the sandy beach of Ischia, wondering at the odd placement of this particular visitor. It is just strange enough for her to approach, her steps not sinking more than an inch deep in the channel of water that separates island and shoal - a particular trick she has been enjoying learning.
If she knew who this was, what he had done to her mother, she would not wear the practiced smile that she does as she joins him. But she only knows the name of that monster - not the appearance. In another life maybe she would've been close enough with a certain sister to receive that information. To be wary and watchful of iridescent blue creatures.
As it is, she remains ignorant for now and only speaks of the weather.
“This is a good spot to watch the storm.”
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Gale