YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
"I never understood the point of waiting,” Aela muses to her new companion. Her voice is soft and lilting, the perfect accompaniment for the rising birdsong surrounding them. The palomino, though, speaks as a Beqanna native. She had been born in a territory not far from the Field, in a place surrounded by fog; a place that could be perceived as mysterious to a stranger as the Field was to Aela.
But she never bothers in being mysterified for long.
Not when there are other things - more present things - like the chestnut sabino.
A delicate ear flicks to the slender female, as Aela glances out across the grasslands. Other horses have started stirring and her blue eyes settle on a small group of young horses. A roan filly, a brazen stud colt who attempts at being a herd stallion by snaking his dark head out. One of the horses squeals and Aela can’t help but shake her head.
"Neither, really.” The golden mare answers, turning her attention rightfully back on Ro.
"I’m part of a Court,” Aela goes on to explain with a graceful shrug of her shoulders. "We’re a small group but everyone that has come to the Pampas has a claim to intelligence, beauty, or magic.” She had told another horse once that she meant to fill Obscene’s territory with the brightest and most beautiful horses that Beqanna had to offer. Some have come from political steals and now Aela is curious to attempt a different outlet; she makes an attempt at recruiting.
Aurboro - with her memories of someplace else, attractive features, and exotic way of speaking - is tempting.
"Where did you come from?” Aela asks, because the young sabino plays the memories in her mind so clearly. She takes the opportunity (because Aela wastes none) to replay a few of them back into Ro’s mind and tilts her blazed head inquisitively, waiting for an answer. "It’s clearly not Beqanna.”
@Aurboro sorry for the wait!