YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
She can't say that she minds the sun returning.
But then, she couldn't say that she minded the dark either.
Aela has always been determined to make her own way and that never changes, regardless if there is light in the world or not. The image that she has held in her mind - of who she will become, of what she will achieve - has always been such a bright and burning thing that even the Eclipse that robbed the world of color couldn't dim Aela's dreams.
Her mind is often there, wondering if she should seek the Mountain again for the questions that were still lingering in her mind. It had given her a voice - more than that - it had given her the ability to feel and be felt and it is that gift that intercepts Reave. There is discomfort in the air and the emotion is almost as foreign to Aela as the concept of languishing or wallowing. She picks that up almost immediately because it is so out of place with her feelings.
The palomino is no stranger to the Meadow. The grasses have started to grow again and there was a sense of normalcy returning across Beqanna. Aela was out here again (though she would never admit to anyone that she was still searching for Skandar) and the soul that had left behind the unease is easy to discern among the few nomads that have cloistered themselves in the clearing. He's barely out of colthood - still lanky limbs and there is a slenderness in him that can only be found in the young - but he holds her attention easily enough. As she watches him, he reminds her of a battlefield.
There are odes to collisions and casualties written across his blood-and-bone skin and Aela finds him rather fascinating, for all that he is an oddity.
When the colt finally locks eyes with her, the golden girl steps away from the tree that she had kept company with to offer him a small smile. It pulls to one side, revealing a dimple. "What has you so tense?" she asks the stranger, playing with the strings of his emotions and wondering if he might feel the pricking of humor that she shares with him (lucky boy). "Surely the sun hasn't spoiled all your fun," she prods towards the chestnut.
@[Reave] lmao