Truth was, Cheri didn’t think much about Aela when she wasn’t prompted to. Unless the palomino’s name came up in conversation or (for example) she suddenly appeared from the dingy woods, Cheri was pretty content to go on about her business. She suspected as much from Aela where she was concerned; that the little mare to her right would spend any of her personal time thinking about Cheri seemed illogical. The two had almost nothing in common and even less reason to try and make an effort toward friendship. Obscene’s comment about the two horses being alike was even more ridiculous to Cheri now that she was confronted with the authentic version.
Aela never had been and never would be family to Cheri. She didn’t care how closely tied they were by blood, she only tolerated the fact as it was: somewhere along the line a couple of horses had sex and the product was Aela. It was only the ill side of fate that proved one of that couple to be distantly related to Cheri.
But, for the sake of end goals and higher purposes she could stomach the sideways grins and never ending circles Obscene’s lapdog liked to talk in.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cheri laughed at the Schenescal's question, amused at how much she was learning in such a short time. Her Uncle Nash? Threatening sweet, lovely little Aela? Well well, Cheri reasoned the mare from Brilliant Pampas must’ve done something very naughty indeed. “Isn’t it obvious that I’m taking a drink and resting my wings?” The pegasus talked in a circle of her own, rather liking this chit-chat they had going between them.
Very invigorating.
“Tell me Aela,” Cheri cut her off before she had a chance to respond, “when I am Queen regent of all the southern lands, will you come to my coronation and bow your head to me?” She asked, her tone a bit more cutting than she had intended. Or perhaps it was exactly the tone she meant to take. Aela would have to guess, or call upon the things Cheri had no idea about in order to solve the fun puzzle.
Her delicate, feminine features never changed. The complacent smile that suited her best grew in the silence afterward, as sharp as the way her crystalline-green eyes seemed to cut right through Aela where she stood. She held perfectly still and waited, eager to know the answer and hear it straight from the source.
Aela never had been and never would be family to Cheri. She didn’t care how closely tied they were by blood, she only tolerated the fact as it was: somewhere along the line a couple of horses had sex and the product was Aela. It was only the ill side of fate that proved one of that couple to be distantly related to Cheri.
But, for the sake of end goals and higher purposes she could stomach the sideways grins and never ending circles Obscene’s lapdog liked to talk in.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cheri laughed at the Schenescal's question, amused at how much she was learning in such a short time. Her Uncle Nash? Threatening sweet, lovely little Aela? Well well, Cheri reasoned the mare from Brilliant Pampas must’ve done something very naughty indeed. “Isn’t it obvious that I’m taking a drink and resting my wings?” The pegasus talked in a circle of her own, rather liking this chit-chat they had going between them.
Very invigorating.
“Tell me Aela,” Cheri cut her off before she had a chance to respond, “when I am Queen regent of all the southern lands, will you come to my coronation and bow your head to me?” She asked, her tone a bit more cutting than she had intended. Or perhaps it was exactly the tone she meant to take. Aela would have to guess, or call upon the things Cheri had no idea about in order to solve the fun puzzle.
Her delicate, feminine features never changed. The complacent smile that suited her best grew in the silence afterward, as sharp as the way her crystalline-green eyes seemed to cut right through Aela where she stood. She held perfectly still and waited, eager to know the answer and hear it straight from the source.
@Aela