YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Aela will never be able to leave the past behind her.
It comes in glimpses and fragments. Sometimes they are broken, like hearts shattered beneath a bower. Sometimes they absorb her so completely, Aela can lose track of where she is. When she had been young, they had overwhelmed the palomino to a point where she couldn't speak.
She cowered and she trembled and had she a voice, she would have cried.
But then, Aela learned to conquer the memories. The past might be resurrected but she had the ability to reduce them to dust. She could bury the ghosts and those moments in time begging to be remembered would be wholely ignored by the golden mare. The striped girl learned how to be bigger than the memories that might haunt her; she learned to become that while they were perpetually trapped in time, Aela would always be going forward.
The lovely Empath does so now, moving idly through the summer grasses. They graze against her legs, trail against her slender sides, and the dew that had clung to them darkens part of her gilded coat. Early mornings are nothing new for Aela; she has a habit of rising while the dark still lingers across the Pampas grasslands. It makes it possible for her to greet daybreak as the sun rises across the Field. She hadn't intended to venture so far but with autumn creeping across Beqanna, Aela knows that soon she will have to withdraw to the Common Lands.
With fall looming so close, it makes her restless.
And it's that unsettled feeling that keeps her walking through the Field, with her blue eyes glancing around for something of interest. Aela had meant it when she said the Brilliant Pampas would be a court filled with the beautiful and the powerful. Having brought a rather attractive Ischian and a powerful Chieftain to the little territory, she knows that she's done her part. But she still can't help but want to do a little more, just one more thing to achieve before winter.
Feeling the apprehension in the morning air, the lithe palomino turns her gaze towards a chestnut mare. A little older than herself, Aela decides. A little warier but to those just arriving to Beqanna, the Pampas' Seneschal considered it a positive trait. A sign of her intelligence. Beqanna was filled with strange and wonderful magicks.
A horse never knew who (or what) they might be dealing with.
"The Field is somewhat overrated," the slender female says to the other with a wry grin; her countenance almost conspiratorial as she introduces herself. "I'm Aela."
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