[open] To Be Alone Or Not?

[Gale]

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me The dark mare turns to face him, fury in her eyes, and Gale’s smile widens. He’d not expected such a response, but it is a welcome surprise, and even when she pulls herself back to annoyed neutrality he can still feel the negative emotions simmering beneath her skin. He follows her gaze to where a golden mare stands, impossibly beautiful and the recipient of an irritable huff from the navy stallion. His handsome smile turns to a dark scowl with more irritation than anger. It is not Aela in particular that he is bothered by - only the interruption. He’d not wanted an audience or a distraction. Though he is not certain which of the two Aela would prove to be, he does not care at all to find out. He watches as Aela summons fire and the swallowing mare inches closer to the warmth, only to snap at them and trot away. Gale snorts again, and this time his scowl is darker as he says: very low and very quiet for his sister’s ears alone, ”Don’t mess this up for me.” Then he pulls back with a sweet smile, and follows after Nerica, this time keeping a wider-than-previously space between them, his smile remaining as his blue eyes dance with what looks like amusement. “Luckily for you then, Aela is not just anyone. She is Seneschal of the Brilliant Pampas, and sister to Kings.” Four Kings, he thinks, and wonders if her lack of royal title bothers her. No, he decides after brief consideration. If she’d wanted to be a queen, he has no doubt she would be. “And I am Gale, her brother.” GALE

@Aela@Nerica