[private] but they just can't prove it

[Aela]

For a moment, Aela is thinking of Fyr. Did he get swallowed by the currents, or had enough of her determination been embedded in him to defy the ocean’s might? She can only hope that the boy had swum and washed up on some shore like the wretched things on this one. But he is not on this one. There is no sign of the Pampas or the life she had led there. There is nothing of Obscene or Skandar or Sickle or Wherewolf.

Nothing of the hostages they had taken.

There were no signs of any of that life here on this beach.

Only rotting sea animals and whatever else the tide had brought.

Her lovely features twisted as she glanced around. Aela was certainly curious of it all, but even that falls short here because what is she to do with all this muck and mire? The palomino had held no love for the South. There was even a part of her that found its descent to the bottom of the ocean amusing; but its drowning had taken much of her ambitions with it and there was nothing amusing to be found in wasted effort.

She isn’t the only one who seems to find this place distasteful, and her blue eyes come to rest on a red-scaled girl that comes near. Barely past a year, but not without potential, Aela decides.

A gold ear flicks towards the adolescent, and then her blazed head turns to look down at the filly. ”Hardly a paradise,” Aela says with a grim expression. One foreleg struck out at a clump of seaweed, kicking it out of the way with practiced indifference. "You aren't looking for anyone out here, I hope?"

@Creatrice