[private] but they just can't prove it

[Aela]

Well, Aela thinks, it's for the best that the child isn’t looking for anyone among the Ruins. All she had found were bodies - or the remains of what she assumed were horses - strewn among the barren landscape. By the time she had come across them, there was little left to find. All that remained behind were the memories and the Empath rarely allowed herself to relive that day. (She had nearly died herself, but Aela will never admit that. It would be acknowledging her own mortality, and she will refuse to accept herself as anything but divine.)

The child’s spirit bolsters her own a bit. The girl plucks the rank-smelling plants from the sea and flings it back to where it belongs, back with the other foul things. The palomino gives a quick nod of her blazed head and glances down to the yearling. ”Pangea is hardly dull,” Aela says, remembering the likes of Ghaul and Straia and Eight, the oddly-armored aliens, and the other kinds of monsters that liked to lurk in Carnage’s country. ”You just need to know where to look,” says the former resident.

But the young are so impatient, and what time has the girl truly had to seek out the rich heritage of her home?

”Have you found Jamie yet?” Aela asks, knowing that any encounter with the Champion of Pangea was rarely (if ever) dull, and a slight smile quirks on her pale lips. Her memories linger on the former glory of the East, and yet when glances in the direction that Creatice does, movement in the water causes her to stiffen. Was this one of those water-logged creatures? Carefully shifting her weight, the palomino watches the now still-surface of the ocean with an suspicious gaze before the shadow-smoke rises again.

”It could be one of those… things,” she murmurs while keeping her blue eyes cautiously fixed on the sea, ”but I haven’t seen one move like that.”

@Creatrice