Beleth listens intently to Myr's words, adding little Hmms and Ahs where appropriate, to let him know that she's following along. It seems to go pretty much how she would expect it to go, and she even gives a soft laugh at Myr's favored story--it was a good one, after all.

Then he continues, and she abruptly halts her steps. She leans in closer as Myr talks, arm pressed against his arm, but doesn't say anything else until he's finished. When she does speak, her voice is likewise soft, but her tone is one of fascination. "I've...I don't think I've ever heard anyone explain it like that. That...makes a great deal of sense, Myr." More so than anything that any of the shemlen have told her about the Maker thus far.

"I've heard magic spoken about like some kind of curse, like it was something inflicted on them. But you make it sound like a gift." Her tone is definitely warm as she speaks, and she gives his arm a little squeeze. "I like the way that you look at it."

There's a pause, and then she decides--well. She's asked Myr something rather personal. It can't hurt to offer up something of herself. "...When I was born, they thought I was going to be a mage. A powerful one. But--" And she gives a little, dry laugh. "--That, obviously, was wrong. I just turned out to be me." Her tone of voice implies that this was far less than the ideal turnout. "I think I would feel similar to you, had I been a mage."