The solitude suits her just fine. Aela can wrap herself in the blanket of fog that breathes in and out of Taiga. (The Isle is another thing entirely; how does a horse without wings reach that supposedly barren wasteland?) In Nerine, the moorlands are open and exposed. The land breathes out here in a way that Taiga can not. There are no tree limbs or large ferns to get caught on; nothing to catch a soul.
Her blue eyes rove the soft knolls - gently rolling across and over the small hills - sweeping up all the lonely (lovely), empty spaces in their depths. The spring breeze is sweet; it brings scents of new meadowgrass and the displaced smell of a waterbird, a snipe that has flown too far from the rocky coast. Curious (as she's never seen such a bird before), the yearling takes a cautious step forward while her ears revert into the cornsilk tresses of her fine mane. Her slender head dips low as she slowly takes another one step towards the mottled brown creature. It sees her coming from the frozen place that it hunkers down but its something else that sending the long-billed creature taking to the sky in terror.
Aela catches a glimpse of it from the rapid (terrified) memories that it sends flying out in between frantic wingbeats.
An angry scowl that curls like smoke over his dark lips. Retreating ears that don't have the luxury of her lovely, flaxen locks. His is upright; bristly, jutting up like the crags on the Nerinian coast. When she finally turns around, her gaze lingers briefly on the uneven way he holds his wings. (It makes her think of the short-limbed bird, of the frenzied way it flew away. Can he do the same?) He asks a question of him and the filly pricks her ears forward before they flick back again. Aela lifts her head and her attention to the now-empty patch of vibrant blue sky above them, visibly disappointed that her entertainment had flown the proverbial coop.
@[Wherewolf] is gruff towards her, and Aela already a great mimic, doesn't miss this opportunity to return the favor. She raises one long, lithe leg and strikes the ground, echoing his anger. For emphasis, she rolls her bright blue eyes with his dramatic flair until the rest on the colt again. It takes all her skill to hide the smug grin that tugs at one corner of her golden mouth.
Her blue eyes rove the soft knolls - gently rolling across and over the small hills - sweeping up all the lonely (lovely), empty spaces in their depths. The spring breeze is sweet; it brings scents of new meadowgrass and the displaced smell of a waterbird, a snipe that has flown too far from the rocky coast. Curious (as she's never seen such a bird before), the yearling takes a cautious step forward while her ears revert into the cornsilk tresses of her fine mane. Her slender head dips low as she slowly takes another one step towards the mottled brown creature. It sees her coming from the frozen place that it hunkers down but its something else that sending the long-billed creature taking to the sky in terror.
Aela catches a glimpse of it from the rapid (terrified) memories that it sends flying out in between frantic wingbeats.
An angry scowl that curls like smoke over his dark lips. Retreating ears that don't have the luxury of her lovely, flaxen locks. His is upright; bristly, jutting up like the crags on the Nerinian coast. When she finally turns around, her gaze lingers briefly on the uneven way he holds his wings. (It makes her think of the short-limbed bird, of the frenzied way it flew away. Can he do the same?) He asks a question of him and the filly pricks her ears forward before they flick back again. Aela lifts her head and her attention to the now-empty patch of vibrant blue sky above them, visibly disappointed that her entertainment had flown the proverbial coop.
@[Wherewolf] is gruff towards her, and Aela already a great mimic, doesn't miss this opportunity to return the favor. She raises one long, lithe leg and strikes the ground, echoing his anger. For emphasis, she rolls her bright blue eyes with his dramatic flair until the rest on the colt again. It takes all her skill to hide the smug grin that tugs at one corner of her golden mouth.
AELA
she had a marvelous time ruining everything
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