The heat is insufferable and Aela snorts sharply. Her refined head lowers and then rises, trying to shake away the insects that have followed her down this trail. A forelimb lifts and stomps - much like her perpetually annoyed half-brother had delightfully taught her - but the little creatures continue to buzz around her head, seeming to enjoy her delicate golden ears the most. (Kota has told her many times that she is sweet. It would seem the pests agree with her mother.)
Aela normally takes pride in being quiet. She takes pride in her ability to go unnoticed. It’s an easy thing to be noticed - all it takes is a show or display like the one she is putting on now. The almost palomino yearling snorts, softer than before but still apparently more agitated with the gnats than with herself.
She ventures from the shade (perhaps that was part of the problem?) and walks away from where the trees gather together in clumps and clusters. The golden girl walks until there is enough space for the sunbeams to keep her company. A pine stands here, an oak there but they no longer have the numbers to crowd. A sound makes her stop.
It’s the bubbling and babbling sound of the River. Aela - despite the sweltering heat - has no desire to venture that way. Where do you want to go? she asks herself. Back to Taiga? To the Meadow for the chance of finding Kensley again? To Nerine to agitate angsty Wherewolf (a favorite pastime of hers)? Her mind considers the options while a different sound - one that isn’t the wild, rushing River - presents her with another one.
Turning her head with an equal mixture of apprehension and youthful curiosity, she decides to go looking for it.
What was the worst that could happen?
Aela normally takes pride in being quiet. She takes pride in her ability to go unnoticed. It’s an easy thing to be noticed - all it takes is a show or display like the one she is putting on now. The almost palomino yearling snorts, softer than before but still apparently more agitated with the gnats than with herself.
She ventures from the shade (perhaps that was part of the problem?) and walks away from where the trees gather together in clumps and clusters. The golden girl walks until there is enough space for the sunbeams to keep her company. A pine stands here, an oak there but they no longer have the numbers to crowd. A sound makes her stop.
It’s the bubbling and babbling sound of the River. Aela - despite the sweltering heat - has no desire to venture that way. Where do you want to go? she asks herself. Back to Taiga? To the Meadow for the chance of finding Kensley again? To Nerine to agitate angsty Wherewolf (a favorite pastime of hers)? Her mind considers the options while a different sound - one that isn’t the wild, rushing River - presents her with another one.
Turning her head with an equal mixture of apprehension and youthful curiosity, she decides to go looking for it.
What was the worst that could happen?
AELA
she had a marvelous time ruining everything
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