[open] To Be Alone Or Not?

[Aela]

Aela sighed amongst her billowing flames, casually watching the Appaloosa draw away from their warmth. Her blue eyes quickly flick towards Gale, wondering his impression of the strange mare. His dark scowl makes her smile curve prettily against her pale lips, and gives the brindled stallion a look that says she would never want to ruin anything for her precious brother.

She's almost tempted to stay where she is, where the heat surrounding her can keep out the winter cold. But there is the potential here to play a game with Gale - and her own abilities - so the lithe palomino douses her flames and moves away from them with a graceful stride. She didn't break into a trot as the others had, and so when she joins the group, Aela catches the phrase 'princess sister'.

As the spotted mare gave a rather ornery display - swishing her tail and snorting - Aela remained seemingly serene. At odds with the emotional atmosphere that the stranger was projecting. "Seneschal, actually." She corrects her, not willing to accept the other's trivial title. The Pampaiian knew she was royally pedigreed - one of the best that Beqanna currently had to offer - but her achievements in the South have been her own, regardless of the King's blood that flows through her veins.

And Aela will never accept anything less than what she is entitled.

This one is certainly spirited, she thinks. And past time for a lesson to learn to think before she speaks.

"Perhaps it was you that needed the reminder on manners," Aela says, and then tilts her head towards the lone pegasus in their group. Her blue eyes widen in mock disbelief, like she was shocked at the audacity of the strange horse (she's seen far words; monsters, devils, demons, Magicians) before adding, "Gale is one of those Kings."

A King with a pretty ass.

Would it change something in the other mare's demeanor? She doubted it, but Aela enjoyed making the verbal connection to their companion. Wondering what to do next with her, Aela considered plucking the memory of her name from her mind. It would be easy enough to do; she could do it as easily as blinking. But where was the fun in that? And she had told Gale that she wouldn't ruin it, so she contemplates her other options. The fear was there, flickering from the other as well as the confusion. Aela could change both, but refrains. They aren't for her, anyway; the tumultuous creature appeared to think her brother was the only one who could be pushed over the edge.

Smiling wryly, Aela silently pushes back by draining all the emotional energy surrounding her.

The fear. The confusion. The anger.

There is a bitter winter chill and the pretty Seneschal, smiling slightly as she wonders what they think of this game.

@Nerica @Gale