YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Aela has known what she has wanted from the very beginning. From a beginning that was nursed from her milk-mother, from a beginning that had been crafted along by a Fate named Heartfire (because it had Heartfire who had taken her descendant from Aletta, who might have delivered to another beginning, and brought her instead to Taiga where a different future awaited her). Even from her earliest memories when she had been tucked away against the mist and hidden amongst the titan trees, the palomino had known that she was destined for more.
She is not meant for shadow or obscurity.
She never has been; even the drowning of the Pampas, the possible loss of her only child, and the disappearance of Skandar have not dimmed that desire to be brighter than some dismal existence. The slender mare no longer has the convenience of a title or the protection of a herdland, but her cunning tells her to bide the quiet and wait. Something would come. It always did. Beqanna was inevitable to change as any other facet of living.
There was no alternate reality for Aela.
There was this place. This strange land with its odd markings and odd silence. It was the place that had risen where the South had fallen and the striped woman had lost count how many times she had come here now. She kept coming again and again, determined to find something that might provide some insight as to what she might do next.
Perhaps she might overthrow her brother, and become leader of the North to gall him?
Should she seek out Reave, and see what kind of chaos they might create together?
(And then there was the stray thought in her mind that perhaps she should go to the Mountain and seek out Carnage. Perhaps the path ahead that she means to take involves the Gods.)
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
The uncertainty of it all nearly drives her from the Ruins and back to the Meadow where she has recently taken up residence in the warmer months. It irritates her, and her golden skin twitches against the phantom touch of the wind as it passes her by. It hardly moves her flaxen mane, but something else causes it to move slightly and Aela glances from beneath the fine silk of her pale mane to see a radiating light ahead. She might use her magic to feel; to learn what the light was but the shine of something else catches her blue eyes. His dark hide is nearly unchanged since she saw him last, and the sneer on his lips is far more familiar. It emboldens her and the slender creature draws forward, not bothering to hide the flash of her wildfire smile.
"Where have you left your manners, Obscene?" Aela chides him lightly, coming to stop not far from the pair, looking at the black-and-gold stallion first before turning to Cheri. "She certainly looks better than most of the Southerners I've encountered," the former Seneschal goes on to say. The edges of her lips lift just a little more, "what was left of them, anyway."
@Cheri, you mentioned backstory and then @Obscene showed up so im blaming you both for this