YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
She never considered that Gale might be more.
It had bothered her, the way that none of her emories could seep into his mind. She kept trying to sense something from him and all she could gather was darkness. There was nothing. Though she had only met her half-brother once, this hadn't been like the time before. That meeting with the iridiscent stallion had been wide open; Aela had gathered memories from his childhood in Loess, to sensing the emotions that being in the presence of another Curse-sired sibling had wrought her rather sensitive sibling.
Aela thinks his new trick might be the barrier that she had imagined.
She thinks it might be an ability to block out Magic.
But what he does sears through her in a way that pain never has before. She has suffered bites and wounds from the Eclipse monsters. Sabra's lightning magic has danced across her golden skin. Narcisus has possessed her very soul. Carnage has entered her mind and yet nothing feels the way that this does now. It is like Sabra's lightning is striking her soul, that Narcisus' hold of it has finally spread, that the shadow creatures decide they have nothing to fear from the slender palomino and tear her apart. There is no moving away from this and so Aela wields the only gift she has: an intense blue stare that she fixes on the brindled brute.
If he intends to kill her, Aela intends to hold him in her gaze until she no longer can. It will be a memory that she intends to sear into his mind.
And yet, as he splits her chest open and sends agony radiating through every inch of her body, he does not kill her. Aela does not die (later, this will convince her that her ambitions make her Immortal; there is still too much for her to do and achieve). Gale's younger sister is familiar with the way that her gift seeps into others and grants her what she wishes to know. There is a feeling within her that she isn't used to, a depth of feeling that sends her reeling back from the pegasus. The shifter is smiling and licking his lips while Aela scowls and the last of his fire aura surtures up the wound on her chest. It is still Gale that she is looking at but this isn't the same brother she had first encountered in the Meadow.
Her lovely skin starts to become as dark as the Hyalinean night.
"Gale," she seethes at him with heaving sides. "What did you do?"
@Gale
