YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Aela has always been searching for something. It is her destiny, she knows. It's out there, somewhere, waiting for her to grasp it. And as the years have passed, she has practiced her crafts. She has cultivated her arts. She keeps herself sharp and pointed and always ready - waiting for that lightning bolt of Fate to seize the moment, waiting for the moment to strike.
She's veered away from that path. There had been the years in the darkness, using all her wits and her skills to survive. There had been her search for Skandar - who she had commanded into the Dark - and it's distracted her. The way that she is carefully trying to not let Obscene do now.
He is dark and statuesque beside her. He is the taut lines of a young stallion in his prime and the Pampas Prince is so close to her. Even as her always-ambitious mind cautions her and tries to keep her along the side of reason, it is hard to remember what direction that is when Obscene lingers so near. Her blazed head lifts towards the waiting ear and Aela finds she quite likes the way that his skin trembles beneath the wait of a phantom touch. She draws her blazed face away but keeps her head tilted towards his and parlays his question with another of her own: "You would care what I think?" Aela murmurs low, lowering her gaze demurely for a moment.
Just a moment to gather her senses again.
The palomino decides to take a step and then another, allowing the soft sway of her hip to slightly brush against his onyx hide. Aela lifts her lovely head again and decides that if @[Obscene] is ever to learn what she can do, now will be the time. Her lips move lightly to trace the muscle ridges on his shoulder (that she can reach) and then presses a memory into his skin. "What do you know of Beqanna's politics?"
There are flashes of the North as her touch moves up - the mighty trees of Taiga, the lonely moors of Nerine, the scorch marks of the Isle - and then more of the lands follow, of the South and the West (the East is where her nurse mother lives and she owes too much to Kota to give her trouble). The last images attempt to seep into his mind as Aela's blue eyes flash when they rise to meet his fiery red ones. She starts to move away from him, wondering if it will be the loss of her touch or the intrusion of his mind that he will mind more.
i did not proofread this - YOLO?