He takes a long time to answer and she continues to stare at him, to wait - finding that she is eager for things to progress past this uncertainty. When he finally does speak, something has shifted but she isn't sure what - and she doesn't answer this question either. She does not tell Gale that her scars are from a quest she had taken on in the afterlife with others at the bidding of that “dark god”. Or that her family is complicated enough without attempting to get involved with anyone that has ties to one of her mothers.
The darkness that had attracted her attention had been from a different source and in the end it had faded away anyway.
Beyza also doesn’t point out that Carnage isn’t the only one in Beqanna he should be wary of crossing - this lesson, she hopes, will be learned soon enough.
His short speech is too roundabout of a confirmation so there is still a little bit of doubt in Beyza’s mind. And that will cause problems when she tries to spear him through his heart.
The stillness around them falls away and the wind and rain lash out into the space around them, the tropical waters dark and churning with the storm overhead. Only Beyza remains statuelike as she decides to save her energy for what might be coming next. Instead of reaching out with her magic, she uses the one ability she has that isn’t tied to her moral code. The white mare projects her emotions out, attempting to force them onto Gale. Attempting to make him feel the terrible distress and grief she had felt when Ryatah had been lost - purging herself of the unpleasant things that had torn at her despite her attempts to seal them away.
“Ryatah has many who love her, who missed her.” Beyza finally says, words still cold and calm in their delivery as she watches - hoping to see signs of her distress mirrored in his bright eyes.
“I doubt the same will be said for you.”
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Gale