Private is there anybody out there?

She can no longer fit underneath her dam (it has been some time since she has been able to do that). However, it doesn’t mean that Aela doesn’t huddle closer to her mother when the spring mornings can still be chilly. Summer comes closer to Beqanna (slower to the North) but there is the occasional morning where winter gleams its frosty breath through the Redwoods.

The chestnut yearling shivers and leans her lanky form towards @[kota]. Aela presses her head into the spotted shoulder of the mare, finding comfort in the familiarity of her black dots. She knows each one. Aela has counted them like a stargazer might count stars as she falls asleep next to her mother each night.

Reaching up, she lips the white mane that drapes down Kota’s graceful neck. Wake up, Aela thinks with a light stamp of her right hoof. She is impatient, as most children are, eager to start the day. The sun comes breaking through the branches above and the golden filly looks up, admiring the way that the rays dance through the fog.

Smiling to herself with an idea, Aela presses her slender head against Kota’s spotted shoulder again. Pressing the memory of the daybreak into her mother, she hopes it might rouse her.

AELA

i saw you late last night, come to harm
i saw you dance in the devil's arms