[open] To Be Alone Or Not?

[Gale]

@Aela
@Nerica

i hear the wicked get no rest, but when you do ---------- i hope you dream of me He can still sense the roan’s emotions, but they are dampened by the power of Aela’s ability. They are quieter than her gasping breaths, but not even the sound of someone choking softens the ice in the griffon’s blue eyes. Choosing to not make him feel Nerica’s anger has been one of her better ideas, though Gale is only passingly aware of the possibility. Instead, he focuses instead on what she does choose to do, returning the emotions that she’d swept away moments earlier. The ease with which she does it is impressive, though Gale would never tell her. She is more skilled than she’d been when she’d left Hyaline, more Powerful. For once, it is not an ability that he desires. The last magic he’d stolen from Aela had resulted in him having to carve out his heart and send it north, and he is not eager to repeat that. Or anything like it. So when he feels the soft brush of comfort, he reacts immediately, and defensively. The griffin leaps forward, his powerful feline hindquarters propelling him toward Aela. His taloned forelimbs claw at her face and head, while his massive white wings flare wide and the shadows that spiral around his forelegs lift him high with impossible ease. He kicks along her topline before he is airborne entirely, hoping to catch some of her perfect golden skin with his claws. The comfort is gone by the time he’s reached the treeline. He makes his way back to Tephra, far away from the pair in the riverlands and the horses far below. GALE