YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
There is a battle boiling in Aela's blood that not even she can be fully aware of.
Parts of her longs for power and chaos because between the lines of the two, the palomino thinks she senses destiny. Another part of her longs to feel, begs for it in a way that only her mother's blood can. She is light and dark encapsulated in a golden body and though Aela can't realize the war within, she does recognize that she burns for something.
And there is a flicker of it here, with @[Reave], a spark waiting to ignite.
"It is mine," Aela states, possessive of the emotion and reluctant to let it go. This half-brother might have a point, though. What good is her anger if it solely fixed on the North? If she narrows on that, it could narrow her whole view on what she eventually wants. And what good was it to want only one thing?
Her jaw clenches tightly as she studies the bone-armored colt, traces his blue eyes and the fire-red of his pelt. His is not a face that she will soon forget. There are similarities between them - obviously glaring ones like the blue eyes they share, the pale manes and tails - but the smile is, perhaps, the most telling. As it blooms on her face, it becomes obvious that this is something else they share when she lets the tension go.
"Perhaps," she says slowly, as if toying with the idea. "I might come pay you a visit?" Aela tilts her head and in case that there is any doubt, she shares an image of their grandmother's favorite spot in the moorlands - a cave in Nerine she seemed fond of. The glint in her eyes is mischievous and the way she holds herself makes her look positively impish, "You could show me... everything."
