11-20-2020, 11:44 AM
Darkness and memory collide in a brief shock that registers on Aela's lovely face before she takes a step back, reappraising the sabino filly. Two strands of shadow twine themselves between her front legs like vines and the gold-marked filly rescinds her memories, tucking them away for the moment. The other does not step forward to greet Aela so she watches instead, peering across to her from beneath her dark lashes and flaxen forelock.
Her blue-eyed gaze drops momentarily to where the shadows had been, wondering if their maker might reincarnate them. When all she sees is the iridescence of the powder-soft snow and the respinning inky ribbons reemerge, Aela looks up with a small (delighted) smile.
For a moment, she wishes that all her practice speaking manifested itself. It would be so much easier to tell this other girl that she carries more with her and Aela would like to see it. Her head nods in acknowledgment of the question and she waits for the pale-and-gold filly to explain. The almost-palomino is curious about the other traits and how they work, if there are likenesses in the horses that wield them or if Beqanna bestows her gifts at random. Straia had told her that it is not Magic that makes a horse great but Aela still thinks it certainly makes life easier for those who have it.
And for the ones who didn't have any gifts, well, may the Dark God offer... something to those unfortunate souls.
This gift that the other girl has - the one that marks her as a shadowmaker - inherited hers just as Aela had. Her fellow adolescent asks about what she can do and the striped-marked girl doesn't mind showing how it works. A flurry of images - like a late winter storm - come forward and it involves Aela in various situations and different types of horses. They are small snippets of her everyday life and she thinks that her companion will be able to note the obvious. Not once does she speak.
(It's never bothered her the way that her memories prod a stranger's mind; this is her means of communication and she refuses to apologize for it.)
A squall of echoes join together in another common theme - Kensley, Heartfire, Straia - all say (praise) her name: Aela. When the storm passes and only the present remains between them, she waits.
@[Radiance]