YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
There are no molten lava flows in the Pampas like there are in Tephra. And there is no volcano, either. But Aela has learned to see the world in two ways: to see things as they are and how they could (should) be. As they are, the Western kingdom is the only place with the magma and slag that an aptly named creature like Erupt needs.
But why should it stay that way?
Momentarily forgetting Islay (though not completely, Aela makes sure to keep pressuring fear against the other mares throat like a claw ready to tear it out), the palomino arches a delicate brow at the multi-hued stallion. Erupt himself is full of wonderful possibilities for the Pampas; the lava that surges and twists to his command is all the proof the Seneschal needed.
Erupt brings the possibility of more for Aela. The Flower Court was known for its beautiful flowers, and its peaceful vistas. As a cover for the more sinister things she had mind, the setting worked perfectly. Its beauty contrasted to what others might find ugly; captives kept there like the young Islandres Chief. Change, however, was an inevitable part of life and the slender Empath knew it would come to the territory sooner or later.
Better to be the inspiration for that change than to be caught unaware of it.
"What you can find below our hooves is yours to carve out in the Pampas," Aela tells him, a verbal offering as part of their agreement. Obscene might have his own reservations about the changes she would be seeking, but her mind drifts to her son instead. Fyr would enjoy the flames and fires this stranger would bring. It was an excellent teaching opportunity for the young colt as well.
"As for the rest, I will petition the Mountain and seek to compensate you for what you will lose here."
@Erupt