[private] but your savage love

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you ‘This?’ she asks, the image of granite cliffs flashing in front of his eyes. Gale grumbles low in his throat, displeased at the way her magic so readily bypasses his own control. This time, when it vanishes he follows, and from Aela takes what she’d last seen of a black mare (her mother) and faint shape that he thinks must be her father. That vision is blurred in a way that Gale recognizes – this is the vision of her father she holds in her mind, built of words and stories rather than by light entering the eyes as she viewed his true form. He has guessed at her identity before she smiles, and when she does it provides the final evidence. “Perhaps it is something from Heartfire.” He replies. Gale knows that his father – their father – had no such ability. The emotions in his family were his mother’s domain, and of her children who inherited the ability, none were as different from Lepis’ projection as this stranger’s magic. Or it could have come from her mother, the pied stranger whose face he had not truly seen long enough to remember. Gale knew that Wolfbane had run rampant the last years, driven like a puppet by the curse that lived within him. That he had sired more children was not something that Gale had known, but in truth he is not surprised. He’d thought Nashua and Yanhua his youngest siblings, unaware of his father’s exploits in Nerine and Taiga or the way he’d worn Castile’s shape in Loess.  “You are from Nerine?” He asks, wondering if perhaps her mother was one of the few who still clung to granite cliffs. There is someone there (someone is tending that massive fire) but he’d been sure that when the wind had been in his favor that her skin had carried the smell of Pangea. For all that he has realized this stranger is his sibling, he still knows remarkably little about her. He’s also not told her what he has realized, though decides that he will show her. Gale shifts, losing the heavier build of his mother’s kin, and darkening the gold of his coat and then rearranging the pattern it makes with the blue on his skin until he is a palomino with iridescent stripes, with his own white wings and upright mane trailing from ears to tail. His face remains much the same, though the blue recedes to a mask over olive eyes, and two sharp fangs emerge from below his upper lip. This is the Wolfbane that Gale had known, the young General of Loess with his fire-breathing and his fangs. The fire-breathing had not lasted long, but Gale still manages to manipulate the vision of flames fluttering at his nostrils. He thinks that she will be appreciative of this demonstration of their father, and when Gale returns to his usual form (sans wings, because he’d forgotten to keep them and would feel silly re-summoning them) he is smiling expectantly. @[aela]