"A pity," Aela says as if she mourns the song. (She finds no use in grieving for the past but there might have been something for the golden girl to glean from the song - where it came from, if it held meaning in another place or time, if there was a way for Aela to wield it into a weapon either for or against the opalescent mare). "It was lovely," she murmurs and then shrugs her slender shoulders as if its loss makes little difference to her.
She approaches carefully because the memories of this one are potent; the things she remembers are bright and clear like the daylight in their world had once been. It makes it easier for Aela to know her but it also makes it more dangerous for her magic. She can sense the traces of anger in the air and the striped filly is mindful of it. It could be a spark for Aela and then the pair might blaze into an inferno of volatile emotions.
Patience and practice guide her next steps.
There is a flicker across Sabra's mind of the things that she tries to remember. There are faces that have no name and Aela briefly considers asking about them. There is normally more attached to the images; sons and daughters are remembered, some lovers wished forgotten and others remembered tenderly, friends and acquaintances were strewn across the moments of a lifetime. Enemies were remembered fierce and bright, burning behind emotions like anger and hatred and revenge.
But there is (oddly) none of that with @[Sabra]. The emotions are there and yet they aren't attached to any particular memory. How fascinating, Aela thinks. There isn't even anything attached to how she came by the limb protruding from her blue chest.
Her blue eyes glance towards it before lifting to see the pegasus glancing behind her. There are creatures out there. Aela has even encountered a few of them. Some of them take shapes with sharp teeth and scraping claws (and the golden girl has a wound or two from them). But they don't seem to care for her glow and they don't particularly seem to enjoy the way that she has started to force emotions on them. When Aela had projected the memory of a loss that a mare had suffered, the shadow creature had screamed and dissipated (though not before running its predator teeth along one of her long legs and had left Aela crying with another's grief).
"They don't seem to bother me," she shares like it is some great secret, one she only reveals for Sabra. Aela even finishes the sentences with a smile and without having to concentrate on keeping her voice even. She tilts her head like she can't understand why they would leave her alone, though her eyes hold a mischievous edge. "Perhaps I'm more dangerous than they are," Aela admits casually (arrogantly). The other mare comes closer to her glow and Aela spies it again, that thing jutting from her chest. She smiles, forgoing any sense of politeness. "Are you?"