[private] Switch the stripper for a wife, been moving lightspeed

[Aela]

At first, Aela doesn’t give much away.

She comes to a stop before him, tilting up that lovely visage in a way she has done before him a thousand times before, and peers up at the large brute from beneath her dark lashes. It’s a look that she has given him (and plenty of other poor souls) that promises everything, and yet Obscene will know her well enough to know that it promises nothing that is not to her benefit.

There is a nod when he mentions restoring her to her old position. It is the least he can do, after she had discovered them and brought them up to speed on Beqanna’s current political state. It is the least that he can offer her, since their only choice at the time had been Taiga. It’s damp rain clings to her coat and weighs down her pale mane, and yet nothing about the Northern forest can do anything to take away her loveliness.

It will do nothing to take away her determination that their machinations will take root here.

Aela listens - a golden ear flicked in his direction - as he explains his other plans for Taiga. Cheri will be Champion. (Interesting title for a consort, she thinks, but keeps that thought to herself. A testament to her newfound patience where it concerns the Taiga.)

"Wherewolf will want more than just a position,” Aela says, revealing that she had found the former Pampiian Lord. She doubted that a rank would be enough to entice him back to the North. A deep hatred of it was something that she and her half-brother had in common. "He will want knowledge of his son,” she states, a thread that it seemed most of the residents of the former Flower Court shared. "And if we have any information on the whereabouts of his mother,” Aela continues, "that might be enough to convince him to stay for a time.”

Her lips press together, forming a single line of doubt.

But Obscene keeps speaking, bringing forward an apology. He doesn't offer some paltry excuse, and for that, Aela looks consideringly at him. He speaks of forgiveness, but Aela's mind is already on their future. Not the past nor the mistakes that were made there. "Tell me what you have in mind," she begins, and the palomino finally begins to move ahead, walking forward with a suggestive sway of her hip (some things may change but Aela's coy nature has not). Glancing behind her, her blue eyes seek out his fiery gaze, ignoring the distant tremor of thunder warning in the distance. "And perhaps I can be convinced to share a few things."

Starting with this, "I accept your apology." The lithe mare began to walk, already expecting the gold-and-black stallion to move alongside her. "But don't do it often, Obscene. It is beneath you to apologize."

@Obscene