Aela doesn't let her days fill with nothing.
She fills her days.
The lingering existence of the Common Land dwellers was always something of a mystery to her, a perplexity that she never bothered to figure out. Why they wanted to waste their time in such a way never appealed to her. But then, the near-palomino knows that they all can't be like her.
There is ordinary and then there is Aela.
Her smile remains as the buckskin pegasus turns to look at her. A golden ear flicks towards her and then the adolescent follows with an ochre-hued gaze. Aela's pretty eyes flick up to glance at the pale streak in his forelock that looks deceivingly demure. She had given the winged colt a choice - there had been a suggestion that crescent-moon smile and he answers it with a wink. The flaxen-maned girl gives her slender head a slight toss and decides to play along. She can hardly fault him for finding her lovely (even if the rest of what he spouts is ludicrous); a horse would have to be blind to not see that Aela's shining beauty curves in a way that borders between divinity and devastation.
But he doesn't seem to understand that he is entering the orbit of a sun; that she is blazing and golden and fierce. But such is the way of pegasi, she muses. They are so often in the heavens that they must lose their reason among the clouds. She doesn't mind, though. Aela thinks the young pegasus could use a lesson on what happens to feathers when they come to close to an inferno given flesh.
Turning her attention back towards him, Aela offers him another glimpse of that coy smile. Curved with a secret and clarified with a projection of the small copse of trees that she had just been looking at, an implication that they move away from prying eyes.
@[Narcisus] i could not stop laughing at delicious thighs