(Maybe it's because Beau reminds her of Molly a little, just in that moment where she stood patiently and held out a hand to her, waiting. Something in the gesture and the feeling behind it makes Yasha want not to disappoint; she takes Beau's hand, and Beau simply stares at her in return. Yasha does not look over her shoulder, even though it feels like the ocean is trying to suck her back out into it.
This moment lasts only seconds, and then Beau is moving again, pulling her by the hand from the waves. Yasha lets her, goes willingly from the surf and shivers when the cool air hits her wet legs. When her feet find the shore and sand again, she glances back habitually, before she can stop herself.
The Stormlord is gone. She has no idea what that means.)
... Somewhere else, (she says after a beat. Her chest feels tight. Though she feels nervous, she does not yet feel abandoned... so there's that? But it would be nice to get away from the water before she loses what little control she has left and charges right back in.)
I want to go somewhere I haven't been before. (It will be a good distraction.)
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This moment lasts only seconds, and then Beau is moving again, pulling her by the hand from the waves. Yasha lets her, goes willingly from the surf and shivers when the cool air hits her wet legs. When her feet find the shore and sand again, she glances back habitually, before she can stop herself.
The Stormlord is gone. She has no idea what that means.)
... Somewhere else, (she says after a beat. Her chest feels tight. Though she feels nervous, she does not yet feel abandoned... so there's that? But it would be nice to get away from the water before she loses what little control she has left and charges right back in.)
I want to go somewhere I haven't been before. (It will be a good distraction.)