i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
It’s a curious thing, watching her. Her memories roil around her on the waves of emotion she hides so well. But like her, he can see them even when others cannot. Perhaps he cannot feel them as she can (though he does not yet realize just how much more encompassing her ability is than his), but he can watch them play like fractured filmstrips around her.
He recognizes some of the visages flashing through her from his mothers - the both of them. It’s curious, that. As far as he had known, she is his sister through Lilliana. But the blue and white mare that features so prominently is a familiar face only because of Brazen. Her mother. His grandmother. And, when he delves deeper, Aela’s too, it seems.
He laughs abruptly at that. Poorly timed laugh, as it turns out, coinciding with her declaration that they could celebrate his being in one piece. But he is rapidly discovering just how delightful it can be watching unknown puzzles weave themselves together before his very eyes. Finding unknown facts that deepen stories he hadn’t known existed.
“We could,” he agrees, brushing aside his own laughter as he eyes her with a new intensity, wondering what else she could help him unearth. An impish grin curves his lips then, and he steps closer, as though they might embrace at any moment. “Or we could celebrate the reunion of a long lost brother and sister.”
He laughs again before shaking his head and shifting back, tossing her a jaunty glance. “Mom would be overjoyed, don’t you think?”
He’s lying of course. He’s not at all sure Lilliana wouldn’t be more concerned than overjoyed. But how else was one to tease a sibling who left home because she found it stifling?
reave
@[Aela]