05-20-2024, 01:31 PM
Beyza
Beyza had been craving something new when she had found Torryn in the autumn, and she had certainly received it. She had wanted a beginning to shatter the vast stagnation that had descended upon her life - and Beqanna at large, really - and she reflects on the strangeness of it all as she turns her head to look at her two young sons as they move through the night-cloaked Dale.
A part of her had assumed she would only have daughters but she likes this change. Just as she had liked the way Torryn’s eyes had glowed red instead of yellow and how, like him, the children they made may be hunters but they only reeked of fear and the thing she had wanted most - life untainted by death. It does not bother her, what they have inherited from their father. It is their nature. A mother wolf does not mourn the flesh her children will need to consume to live and she will not begrudge the colts what they will have to do either.
Though, like the wolf will focus on the weakest in a herd - she considers whether it is possible to focus their hunting on those who deserve to be hunted.
She had been intending to seek Torryn out in the next day or two so, when the magical alarm that protects the Dale rings out and she uses her magic to pick up on where they are, she finds herself smiling.
When she finds him that same subtle smile flashes across her stone-like features and she does not need to fake the warmth with which she greets him. He had always been interesting, after all. “Torryn.” And because there really was no delaying the matter, she gestures to the twin boys with her, illuminated by the soft white glow she casts upon them among all the shadows. “This is Harrowed and Evade.”
A part of her had assumed she would only have daughters but she likes this change. Just as she had liked the way Torryn’s eyes had glowed red instead of yellow and how, like him, the children they made may be hunters but they only reeked of fear and the thing she had wanted most - life untainted by death. It does not bother her, what they have inherited from their father. It is their nature. A mother wolf does not mourn the flesh her children will need to consume to live and she will not begrudge the colts what they will have to do either.
Though, like the wolf will focus on the weakest in a herd - she considers whether it is possible to focus their hunting on those who deserve to be hunted.
She had been intending to seek Torryn out in the next day or two so, when the magical alarm that protects the Dale rings out and she uses her magic to pick up on where they are, she finds herself smiling.
When she finds him that same subtle smile flashes across her stone-like features and she does not need to fake the warmth with which she greets him. He had always been interesting, after all. “Torryn.” And because there really was no delaying the matter, she gestures to the twin boys with her, illuminated by the soft white glow she casts upon them among all the shadows. “This is Harrowed and Evade.”
@Torryn