YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Aela dances along the lines of prophecy often. She feels it stirring - an electric-type current, a feeling almost akin to a summer storm before it rages - when she dreams and as she schemes. It had first come alive with Skandar, a vision that brightened with every shape he took. The pair of them had glimpsed a world that they might send into chaos, merely from whatever terrifying thought she imagined and the way that the star-marked stallion made it his own. Their time in Pangea had tempered that dream a bit, the heat of it first being swallowed with Straia, and then it had faded when the darkness came.
As she can with many things, Aela can feel Fate. She knows when a happenstance moment is something more than that, when the memory takes root and grows into something even larger than their Mountain.
She feels it now, here with Reave.
For a moment, there are as many questions filling Aela's mind as there are stars in the night sky. He has seen many things, an answer as cryptic as their grandmother would give, and the feeling shifts in her chest. The palomino mare can feel a strand of pride tugging there, a string of endearment that she hasn't felt for any of her other siblings. There was no way to tell if the paths taken were 'right' or 'wrong'; Aela would have argued if there was such a thing as that in their world. Some were taken advantage of and then some were doing the taking.
The latter is what Aela intends but as her brother foretells, they could both end up in places they never expected. Things could end as they never would have imagined (and when does life ever go to plan?) And those two foretellings could happen without ever intertwining; the world could fall into chaos all on its own, without any help from Reave or Aela. They would become forgotten eventually, because there is a part of her that thinks eternity doesn't exist for anyone.
Not even gods.
"No," she answers her brother honestly. Her smile returns, though perhaps not as coy or simpering as it had been. Aela doesn't want to imagine a bleak future. "But could you help me?" the normally prideful palomino asks with a tilted glance towards the Nerinian, "Perhaps narrow the different paths down a bit. Find the one that leads to igniting chaos?"
@Reave