08-23-2021, 06:40 PM
Beyza
It feels good, standing on the edge of the continent and looking at a place that has become home. Ischia had not been chosen for any reason greater than the fact that it was far away from Pangea but it had become something more to Beyza since then.
It was nice, if rather ordinary, to discover that she enjoyed having a home. Surely that meant Pangea hadn’t actually been all that special. Surely she would feel the same rage if this place was ever threatened. But then, she had loved those canyons for their unease and volatility and she loves the islands for their peace. The two simply cannot be compared.
In the late afternoon sun, Beyza navigates the sand bars that will bring her to the island. She could fly but she enjoys this walk, where the water is shallow. As she moves, she uses her magic for the simple pleasure of causing the sunlight to sparkle around her white frame, trailing behind her in the shapes of fish and dolphins swimming through the air.
Beyza suspects she had enjoyed such displays more than her daughters whenever she tried to entertain them with it.
Her mind drifts to them as she emerges onto the sand, checking (discreetly) that they are alright before becoming distracted by an unknown scent - her white eyes drifting across the landscape to see what might have changed.
It was nice, if rather ordinary, to discover that she enjoyed having a home. Surely that meant Pangea hadn’t actually been all that special. Surely she would feel the same rage if this place was ever threatened. But then, she had loved those canyons for their unease and volatility and she loves the islands for their peace. The two simply cannot be compared.
In the late afternoon sun, Beyza navigates the sand bars that will bring her to the island. She could fly but she enjoys this walk, where the water is shallow. As she moves, she uses her magic for the simple pleasure of causing the sunlight to sparkle around her white frame, trailing behind her in the shapes of fish and dolphins swimming through the air.
Beyza suspects she had enjoyed such displays more than her daughters whenever she tried to entertain them with it.
Her mind drifts to them as she emerges onto the sand, checking (discreetly) that they are alright before becoming distracted by an unknown scent - her white eyes drifting across the landscape to see what might have changed.
@Ledger a tropical trip for the polar bear just because