It's the song she hears first.
It's an odd, almost eerie tune. Whatever it's origins, it is one that Aela has never heard during her time in the North or since she had arrived in Pangea. It's not even a song she can recall from the memories she had stumbled across. These are the things that always spark fascination in her young mind.
Where do all these forgotten things come from? From the Beyond, where Heartfire has gone?
The song had vanished some time back but Aela followed the images that the singer had left behind. There were glimpses like lightning strikes - things that came flashing to life before Aela was left in the never-ending dark again. She followed after the trail of echoes left behind, finding herself curious about the images that she had happened across. It can be said that following a trail of memories is time-consuming when daylight still exists; when it does not, it is nearly impossible.
Thankfully, the singer is shouting.
At the sound of her shrill voice, it doesn't take Aela long to find her. She is a living storm; lightning is charging off her back and the gold-striped filly thinks that she looks poised to strike anything. It's an oddly thrilling spectacle to watch and the sensation of it alighting in her lean chest is the reason that girl comes forward. The opalescent woman is a wild thing. Her emotions come crashing off her in waves that have no order or pattern. She laughs and yet it feels like she could cry; when she quiets, the sense of peace that proceeds only feels like the calm before the storm.
Aela enjoys the way to prickles against her near-palomino skin.
She tries to be gentle with this creature. The memories she sends washing back start small, a steady trickle where Aela could summon a whole rapid. It's the song she had been singing. The words she lost.
Would she like them back?
@[Sabra]