She’s never done this before so this moment is more of an experiment than anything. With her mother Kota, Aela will sometimes share glimpses of the day dawning as she presses her lithe form into her sides as she tries to wake her spotted dam. With others who might ask her name or where she comes from - if she deems them worthy of the knowledge - she might show them a glimmer of a memory where her name is said or reveal the mighty trees of Taiga wrapped with fog seeping around their mammoth trunks.
@[Wherewolf] has made her angry and this is the first time she has shared that with anyone. Aela has wondered from time to time what would happen if she shared something that made her happy, something that made her sad, something that made her mad. The golden yearling knows she can share pictures but she has wondered if her emotions could distort them.
Don’t touch my wing!
Aela pins her ears harder against her neck and bites down tenaciously. She becomes determined to hang onto this precious prize her teeth have found. What she intends to scare him with backfires. The almost-palomino colored filly becomes ravaged with Wherewolf’s memories. She doesn’t see a branch or a bird. She doesn’t see a mother grab her helpless child by the very same wing that she doesn’t yet relinquish. Just like him, she is too young to remember why she doesn’t like the sound of crashing waves (they echo thundering hoofbeats) or why she avoids dark shadows (so easy to get lost).
The winged yearling is screaming but she barely hears it.
Instead, she sees a shimmer of the pale-faced mare - the one she has seen in Nerine and Taiga before - as she embraces a spotted filly. The absence of any memories of her doing so with the dappled colt is obvious. A blank space in his mind that he doesn’t need to fill. There is even an image of the red mare from Taiga - the one that Kota has told her to smile at when she comes to visit with her sad eyes - that the silver mare looks at with concern. There are no memories that she does so with the colt.
The filly still doesn’t hear him scream a second time and it’s the unleashing of his other wing that makes her jerk in the opposite direction, determined to keep his feathers between her teeth. His forelegs strike the ground and Aela, being the smaller of the pair, strikes a delicate leg out at him.
Stop! the action says and she glares at him with blazing blue eyes. Her teeth remain firmly clamped on his other wing and her lips lift, baring teeth back at him. Firmly, she reflects what she sees towards him; his large head lurching up and down, the white of his wild rolling eyes, the snapping mouth.
A buckskin front leg makes purchase with one of hers and Aela winces, lowering her head still refusing to release the captive appendage.
@[Wherewolf] has made her angry and this is the first time she has shared that with anyone. Aela has wondered from time to time what would happen if she shared something that made her happy, something that made her sad, something that made her mad. The golden yearling knows she can share pictures but she has wondered if her emotions could distort them.
Don’t touch my wing!
Aela pins her ears harder against her neck and bites down tenaciously. She becomes determined to hang onto this precious prize her teeth have found. What she intends to scare him with backfires. The almost-palomino colored filly becomes ravaged with Wherewolf’s memories. She doesn’t see a branch or a bird. She doesn’t see a mother grab her helpless child by the very same wing that she doesn’t yet relinquish. Just like him, she is too young to remember why she doesn’t like the sound of crashing waves (they echo thundering hoofbeats) or why she avoids dark shadows (so easy to get lost).
The winged yearling is screaming but she barely hears it.
Instead, she sees a shimmer of the pale-faced mare - the one she has seen in Nerine and Taiga before - as she embraces a spotted filly. The absence of any memories of her doing so with the dappled colt is obvious. A blank space in his mind that he doesn’t need to fill. There is even an image of the red mare from Taiga - the one that Kota has told her to smile at when she comes to visit with her sad eyes - that the silver mare looks at with concern. There are no memories that she does so with the colt.
The filly still doesn’t hear him scream a second time and it’s the unleashing of his other wing that makes her jerk in the opposite direction, determined to keep his feathers between her teeth. His forelegs strike the ground and Aela, being the smaller of the pair, strikes a delicate leg out at him.
Stop! the action says and she glares at him with blazing blue eyes. Her teeth remain firmly clamped on his other wing and her lips lift, baring teeth back at him. Firmly, she reflects what she sees towards him; his large head lurching up and down, the white of his wild rolling eyes, the snapping mouth.
A buckskin front leg makes purchase with one of hers and Aela winces, lowering her head still refusing to release the captive appendage.
AELA
she had a marvelous time ruining everything
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