There is little warmth in the blue eyes that regard Oren. They appear as welcoming as Leilan’s Isle; at least, as welcoming as a barren, almost inhospitable ice tundra might appear to the horses of Beqanna who enjoyed their green, grazing grounds and feeling the warmth of the sun on their hides.
The bay roan is full of questions, and Aela is feeling short on patience.
She doesn’t miss Cheri’s gaze. The request there is obvious to the Empath when Aela catches the former Queen’s questioning glance. Obscene remains as unmoving as a mountain, silent and emanating a presence of power and authority. Good, Aela thinks. This is the kind of image that they need; this is the kind of image that Aela can work with to help build a reputation and regain what they lost with the Pampas.
The younger stallion wants to know where they are from, but his palomino half-sister says nothing. She only continues to watch him with that calculating stare, wondering if he was here to oppose what they had begun. But the questions keep continuing and as gently as snow can fall in the beginning of winter, Aela allows a sense of calm to permeate the clearing that they had all gathered in. Perhaps it would be enough to slow Oren’s continuing questions (otherwise she would have to smother them all in it).
Aela continues to remain silent, though she arches a slender brow at the spotted mare’s retort that Cheri was there to keep them in line. The golden mare rarely drew them, let alone considered them. Her lovely head tilts to Obscene to regard him before finally answering one of the Taigans many questions. ”Reave already knows we’re here,” the striped woman says, and apparently, there were other things in these woods that knew they were here as well. It came as a prickling sensation in the back of her skull, the sensation of being watched despite only seeing shadow between the trees.
”But perhaps you might fetch Nashua,” Aela continues, brightening at the thought of a chance for mischief. ”I’m sure he would be glad to know that we are here.” She finally smiles.
@Obscene i think?
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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[TAKEOVER] I am the one thing in life I can control
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I am the one thing in life I can control - by Obscene - 03-02-2022, 01:24 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Oren - 03-02-2022, 03:26 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Cheri - 03-07-2022, 01:25 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Aela - 03-07-2022, 02:18 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Obscene - 03-07-2022, 05:20 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Oren - 03-08-2022, 01:51 AM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Wrenley - 03-08-2022, 11:35 AM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Cheri - 03-14-2022, 11:54 AM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Aela - 03-16-2022, 08:36 PM
RE: I am the one thing in life I can control - by Obscene - 03-20-2022, 12:54 PM
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