Aela is watching her, studying her because this opalescent mare is unlike most that she has encountered. How quickly her moods change! How swift her memories shift! Just when the golden girl thinks she has found a hoofhold somewhere in her mind, the wounded woman changes. She shifts (in a way that reminds her of Skandar, like her thoughts and memories change to suit her whims) and the palomino tilts her head curiously.
The mare dismisses the lullaby as easily as she had and Aela is content to let it go. She is long past the age of being lulled to sleep and if this song had no purpose, well, it was better left in the past. The striped filly gives her slender shoulders a careless roll and waits for what way the mare will blow next. It happens with the multi-hued woman taking on the role of a loving mother and though Aela always appreciates praise, she already has one. Aela has her milk-mother; she has no use for another.
It's the next words that make her smile.
She doubts that Aela is dangerous and her smile sharpens. She wields it like a weapon because this is her advantage. (Heartfire had taught her there was little use in being a self-proclaimed anything; it was best to let them wonder. The mind could be far more terrifying than any memory she might conjure.) "Perhaps," she chimes back and her blue eyes are bright.
That is a mystery for either @[Sabra] to discover; for Aela to divulge, if she so desired.
(And she doesn't. Not yet, anyway.)
The palomino eyes the woman who claims so blatantly that she is crazy. That claims her insanity as a badge of honor on her speared breast. (Her eyes widen a bit at this. Aela hadn't expected the woman to be so frank. But she is given a taste of the truth and a hint of violence tinges in the air, charges it as much as her lightning strikes had.) "Are they?" she murmurs, as one speaks to a nursling who doesn't understand the dark.
Her smile turns impish then, almost hidden by the lack of light.
"And where has your mind gone?"