05-20-2020, 03:08 PM
It has been long since Ayasha stepped foot into Beqanna. The lands have undergone tumultuous changes and she is almost entirely sure that no one she remembers is still here. Her heart aches, it has been long since she felt the comfort of another. She had lost her Mayan, and their children, many moons ago. She had left Beqanna, in search of another life. Where she had gone she was a queen and a mother, adorned with wings that had left her when she stepped outside the magic reaches of that land. She felt naked. Naked and lost. No one held her heart like her Mayan.
Daytime is giving way to night as Ayasha makes her way into the field, walking comfortably with her head high. Scars criss-crossed her body and gray hairs were starting to appear on her dark face. Aya wasn’t sure if the gray was appearing due to her beginning to age or all the stress she lugged around with her. Breaking from her thoughts, Ayasha looked around casually, seeing if there was anyone worth striking conversation with. What she found was most beginning to retreat into the trees with the coming darkness. Her black body blended in well with the falling night, white eyes breaking the evening, glowing gently in the dying light.
Perhaps Beqanna had always felt like home, and that is why Ayasha has found herself here yet again. A new start may suit her well, new opportunity to grow and change and perhaps establish herself as she once had in her former lands. But she does not burn with the driven intensity she did when she was younger. She no longer yearns for fights and leadership. Perhaps having everything ripped from her so suddenly has spurred her change of heart. All she yearns for now is closeness, love, and children. Perhaps her future may grant her just that.
With a dying attention span, Ayasha allows a call to rip into the soft silence of the night. Loud and sure, she tries to lure someone worth speaking with into her presence. Until then, she will blend in with the dark, white eyes scanning the landscape.
A Y A S H A
when the world stops turning