i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
If there is one thing Reave would never do, it would be to underestimate his sister. But some things she would not believe when spoken openly. Some things she needed to discover for herself. Perhaps he is not as clever or omniscient as he might like, but he has come to know equine-nature rather well.
Returning her teasing invitation with a wicked grin of his own, Reave lifts his head, tossing the wheaten strands of his forelock from his eyes. Where Aela has long found her joy in the manipulation of others - in twisting and pulling until she finds their weakest spots to exploit, Reave has found his in recklessness and danger. He has not had nearly so much of it as he might have wished lately, and her suggestion is tinged with just enough of it to draw his interest.
It is in that moment that he recognizes their disconnect. And he laughs, because he suddenly knows just how they might be able to best help one another.
Though for a moment it must seem that way to her, Reave is not actually laughing at her question about using Gale advantageously. The pause before answering undoubtedly does not help, but his reply when it comes is thoughtful and considered. “There is, but the path forward is… convoluted.”
It goes without saying that he would need more if she wanted to know a path that led to the outcome she desired in that situation. He would not commit himself to divulging such an uncertain future. Not yet, in any case.
His grin widens when she draws inspiration from his fortuitously timed colloquialism. It is an intriguing thought, and Reave would not be opposed to facing off with a bear. But he has to wonder if she is not thinking large enough. “I am intrigued, but,” he pauses, features cunning behind the bone mask, “is their pet bear truly the most… provocative option?”
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