[private] are you death or paradise

[Beyza]

Now that she has spent more time off of her island home, it is easier to do. Beyza knows she is still apart - still not engrained or interested in many of the happenings of Beqanna as she once was - but this does not bother her. Lost are the days when she would have gone to war because a friend asked her to, or when she would have fought for the protection of Pangea. Would she bleed to keep Ischia safe? Or would she simply move on to somewhere else? Hopefully these will not be questions she needs to answer any time soon so she dismisses that line of thought from her mind and such pointless worries fade away. Her eyes are bright and her mind clear as she enters the meadow on a late summer afternoon. The air is hot and light golden, but there’s a breeze that stirs her mane and tail and offers some relief. She doesn’t mind the heat - she’s become so accustomed to it these last few years and it is a comfort now as she travels in the wider world. Though there are faces she wouldn't mind seeing, right now she is not seeking any one or thing in particular so she just moves through the long grass at a slow, easy pace - open for whatever might cross her path. beyza

artwork by kharthian