YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
"Has she?" Aela asks while considering prodding his memories more; it could be fun to learn who he considered Mother. It might be a pleasant way to spend the morning, convincing him that she knew his family members and more about his life than she actually did. She has used the Echoes as a means of communication when Aela had been small and then as she got older, she had used them to plant images in the minds of others. The palomino was certainly to blame for placing memories where they didn't belong and now this idea - a new way to glean information - is a delightful revelation.
How thrilling.
But there is a barrier; a bird flaps down and watches Aela with molten-gold eyes. She regards the regal creature back, appraising the talons and the hook of its sharp beak. Her blue eyes flick from the hawk back to the tobiano colt and she tilts her head curiously, wondering if there was a link between the pair (it wouldn't be the first time that Aela has met a man who kept company with a bird of prey instead of their own kind). His head lifts and those red ears prick forward and Aela smiles, pleased with the reaction.
She prefers bold - (and can understand reservation but she has no time for the timid or the meek) - and the wildfire smile she had given him seems to be the kindling that was needed. He is sparking to attention and so the striped girl flicks her flaxen tail, looking around the Meadow as if the celebration might be found here. "Well, you're not in two pieces or five." She tells the colt, something that they should all be glad for after the Eclipse. "That's always a good start to the day, wouldn't you agree?"
Aela is feeling the humor wafting off the boy and it feeds her own (this gift is still new and while she always expects perfection, the reality is that sometimes she doesn't get it). It makes her in a better mood than she has been of late and so it makes her next words sound almost nonchalant, "you should make a reason to celebrate."
Making it sound as if it was the easiest thing in their world, whatever @[Reave] might consider a victory worth celebrating.
