[private] on the brink

[Beyza]

For a few moments, the afternoon is peaceful. The glowing statue of a filly is lost in her thoughts and doesn’t notice that someone is nearby behind her until the cries shatter all of her daydreams and the golden feeling of the moment. It is such a violent contrast to where her mind had been a moment ago that it does more than surprise her - she feels shaken right down to her core. Her magic reacts faster than her mind can. In an instant, as she whips around to seek the source of the distress, the glow that had been surrounding Beyza winks out and she is no longer a white filly - but a small snow leopard cub. It’s a form her mother has taken before, and one that brings her comfort - though her take on it is significantly smaller and less protection. She's never felt threatened before, and she's still learning how to control her magic, but it's a step in the right direction. Her eyes remain the same as before - white without pupils - and they land on the one who had cried out. It’s a girl not much older than her, and Beyza is absolutely stunned. There’s no one else around, but she cannot fathom how she could have caused so much distress. None of the words made sense to her. “I won’t make you do anything.” She hurries to say in a voice that does not sound as strong as she would like - as she takes a few shaking steps forward, alarmed and concerned all at the same time. But as much as she wants to help this stranger, she can’t quite conquer her own fear just yet and she’s forced to stop her approach until her breathing and trembling can calm. BEYZA something borrowed into something new

@[greta]