Aela doesn't mind the dark. In truth, the golden girl doesn't mind much. There is always something else occupying her mind - always something more - taking precedence. And if there were something that she would come to mind, well, Aela would just remove the problem. There is no room in her life for the things that she doesn't enjoy or serve no benefit for the almost palomino-looking filly.
She leaves Pangea because she can. There is no one to tell her she can't or that she shouldn't and Aela takes absolute and complete advantage of that freedom. She commits herself to learn what she can from Straia and she makes use of every moment that the Dominus offers her. Act like you have accomplished everything you have set out to do.
And so Aela does.
She walks as if all of Beqanna already knows her name (and they will). She moves easily through the trees and weaves through the snow-covered trail like she has come this way a thousand times before and will travel it a thousand more times - without fear, without caution, without hesitance. Aela walks as if she knows about all the monsters that exist in their world and she walks as if she is something far more terrifying than they could ever hope to be (someday, she tells herself, someday she will be). Her elegant head is raised and as Aela turns it, something catches her eye.
A painted girl. She crafts herself out of shadow, summons herself out of the dark with a grace that Aela appreciates. There is the familiar glint of gold along her sides (and the blonde adolescent wonders if perhaps they are both daughters of Carnage; she knows that most of the Dark God's children are star-marked but Aela has begun to conclude that her greatness meant she could only be descended from a God's loins). The stranger peers across the snowdrifts and the frigid landscape and Aela decides to purposely put herself into the direct line of sight of the other filly.
The gold-striped girl peers over her slender at the other and slightly tilts her head to the shadow-maker. Aela is still finding her words but she starts at what she thinks the other girl will find easiest. She projects the memory of the sabino shedding her shadows like a shifter sheds their second skin. This means of communication is unconventional but if the other filly receives the memory, the question was clear: what was she?
@[Radiance]