there's fire in your blood
 | The flash of chestnut in the corner of her eye brings Mazikeen to a stop in her wanderings. But before she can even entertain the ideas of taunting Nashua, she sees it is a wingless mare. Whatever greeting might have come from her, Mazikeen gets no further than letting it float to the tip of her tongue because memories that are not hers are being shared with her. This is not quite the same feeling as when her vision is being tampered with, more along the lines of when she catches Gale’s thoughts in her own mind. The memory projected is enough to interest her and deter her from walking away from the stranger. She finds that there is a small smile quirking up the corner of her mouth when she watches the memory of Reave laughing.
Mazikeen does not remember the last time she laughed so freely - though this does not bother her. What fondness she is capable of finds no fault in the darker, quieter laughs that she shares with Gale now.
“He was younger the last time I saw him.” Mazikeen comments when the memory ends, her head tilting to the side to regard the mare with her steady, red-orange gaze.
There is something familiar about her - Mazikeen can see the similarities with Reave only because she had just been shown the bone-armoured boy. But the golden stripes upon this mare’s legs remind her of two other brothers and Mazikeen’s red ears flick backwards in brief, (mostly) feigned annoyance.
“Is everyone I meet part of the same damn family?”
m a z i k e e n . |
@ Aela
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