YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
This has happened to her before.
There had been a man - bathed in silver like the moonlight that had vanished during the Eclipse - that had approached her. Aela had entertained him for a moment because there had been a thousand memories radiating off him and they were a far brighter thing to behold than their current world. His mind had been full of places that she had never seen, faces that she had never known and then there had been that look.
He had looked at her and been awed (and when has Aela ever refused a little praise?)
But this is a boy that insinuates something. He dares to think that she could be his mother. That she would debase herself to do something as mortal as childbearing. The lovely lines of her golden face draw into disgust and she looks down to the child, beaming and bright and hopeful. She thinks she will rather enjoy watching that expression crumple.
Her face turns to look at him (blazed, where it should have been heart-marked; golden but without the lovely sheen of Elena's kindness) when she finally stops. His lanky legs couldn't catch at her with the brisk pace she kept but now he could come closer and see that she was not his mother. The palomino lifts her head and studies him, sees the blue eyes peering up at her, and sighs.
Another bastard half-sibling, she wonders?
"Oh," she murmurs sweetly with brilliant eyes that flash dangerously when they meet his. "And I care why, love?"
@[Benjamen]