[private] keep thinking about those angel eyes

[Aela]

The expression on Reave's face practically smolders when Aela asks for his help. Reave has a broad smile but his sister thinks that the scope of magic that he wields is something even broader. The fire burning behind his blue eyes goes somewhere else, burns in other lifetimes perhaps, and the palomino doesn't move.

Aela takes the opportunity to study him, to recognize the way that her spine tingles in the presence of his magic. His skill - the ability of foresight - is not one that she has encountered before. And there is a myriad of questions still swimming in her inquisitive mind but the golden mare stills it, focusing instead on the ivory edge of bone on Reave's shoulder. His emotions become harder to feel but Aela thinks she finds the perimeter of it and pushes past the border of concentration. His mind is wild with images (is this how it was for Glamfire?) and she can feel the weight of whatever futures that Reave is passing through.

It is a power unlike her own and yet the sheer scope of it forces her back. Whatever she has seen, Aela knows that it is only the fringes of it. Mere waves crashing against the shore when what Reave sense could be a tsunami barreling towards it.

Her head starts to pound and the slender mare takes a step back, lightly shaking her head in the process. It has bothered her greatly and despite the few futures that she had seen through Reave's mind, they had all been hazy. There had been nothing definitive. Was that how it always was for him?

But perhaps being the more experienced Seer, Reave understands how to bring clarity to the visions.

He certainly understands how to gain Aela's attention. Her brilliant gaze - a bright shade of summer blue - fixes on him as he asks her a nearly impossible question. If all the futures he saw were like rivers spanning out into creeks and streams, then Beqanna itself was a regal tree with many branches all bearing the weight of different kingdoms and territories. They might not be able to knock the tree down - not yet anyways - but the weight of one particular branch might grow too heavy. Perhaps, the burden might become too much and the limb falls, taking others with it.

Her first choice would be the North. But Reave complicates that answer. The Nerinian Guardian is their only saving grace with Aela (now that Heartfire is gone). Maybe in time, he might indulge by letting her use Taiga as kindling (again) for something else; they could attempt to sink the Isle. But it the possibility of the West that could ignite some real possibilities.

"What if we start with just one action?" she counters back to her brother. Aela saw Straia become swallowed whole by Pangea and so she knows there is danger in rushing ambition.  "We don't strike at the branches," she muses, "but rather the roots."