In the darkness of the storm, among the shadows of the trees, Beyza glows. She would stand out here even if she did not call upon a light - her crystalline features always had seemed to repel shadows. They skittered away from her, recognizing her as something beyond just their opposite - beyond light. All these years later, she still remembers how the first time she had met Jamie he had not even been able to look at her.
Her relationship with that shadow-creature and shadows in general has not simplified at all - she flips almost daily between disdain for the things that reject her and a fierce longing for them. Today, though, Beyza does not try to diminish herself to make the shadows feel more comfortable. She does not need much enhancement to stand out so the glow around her is gentle, colder than the moon or the farthest stars, a crisp and cool white that is an echo of the lightning that is flashing overhead, over the boughs of the trees.
When she happens upon them, she’s not sure which she is drawn to more - the stranger for whom the shadows dance, or the near-stranger with a galaxy captured in her coat. Desire she recognizes from Pangea, though their exact relation to each other remains a mystery. She would be dazzled to find out she could possibly be related to someone with so much colour, so much life. Her white gaze is unblinking as she takes the pair in, curiosity dulling the edges she has discovered in herself recently. She lingers a step too far away, just slightly askew enough to be odd, as though she were a spectre waiting for an invitation to join.
In reality, she just does not want to see the shadows flee on her account. Does not want to witness that rejection even from the incorporeal.
Her head tilts to the side slightly and her tone is friendly enough as she makes an effort to infuse it with warmth as she follows Desire's question for the stallion with one of her own - her curiosity getting the better of her. “And if so, do you think it could be trained to follow anyone?” It may be a foolish question, but it would seem that - even despite her continued glow - today is now a day she wants to befriend the shadows.
@[michaelis]