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

[Aela]

The sky is gray and melancholy and Aela curses it for being a Northern sky.

That was a particular favorite shade of this place. Always dull, always gray. Being in Nerine helps that. The cave that she has taken residence in reminds her of the one that Heartfire once claimed and any semblance between her and her (great)-grandmother is a positive one to Aela. The open moorlands are at least not the suffocating forest to the south of her and that is just one more thing that brightens the mood of the lovely palomino.

She feels his gaze on her long before Obscene ever steps out.

It was familiar, and despite so much that had changed since they lost the Pampas, Aela was glad that some things hadn’t turned upside-down.

Feeling the intensity of that crimson-eyed gaze, the striped mare glances towards the direction that the statuesque Prince approaches from. Aela smiles, expectant. She is rarely caught off guard. (If she had known that he was harboring such thwarting thoughts about the conversation Aela once had with Skandar, she, too, would have laughed. She can no more change what she is than Obscene can lie.)

When the former Prince comes striding ahead, Aela shifts her stance. The smaller mare even takes a step forward, tilting her head curiously while wearing that famously coy smile. For a moment, it would seem not much had changed at all.

"Obscene,” she nearly hums the words, and considers how fun it might be to toy with his emotions. It would be easy enough to do, and she was in the mood for a bit of fun. But her son still remains missing, and Aela still imagines what she had once dreamed of for the Pampas: how Magic might be constructed and deconstructed, pulled apart and then put back together. Cheri still tempted her with that.

Glancing up from beneath her thick lashes, Aela asks (feeling rather magnanimous despite the cold rain), "What can I do for you?"

@Obscene