Another sister, Kota says and Aela lets the confirmation settle around them. It's been some time since she has seen her spotted mother and now comes the knowledge that it is not only just Kota but another sibling. Their family has always been small and she isn't exactly sure that she can picture it expanding but the proof is there, curving her dam's pale sides.
Aela will adapt, as she always does.
The knowledge that this sibling is god-born is received with a twinge of jealousy. Heartfire had said that the offspring of Carnage are legion but they at least had a creator to lay claim to; Aela only had a few cryptic words from her grandmother that whoever her father had been was some relation to the sabino mare. But the near palomino shrugs this away with a roll of her slender shoulders and focuses instead on grooming the lovely curve of Kota's neck. Even if her arrival was unexpected, Aela was happy to see her.
But their reunion is disturbed. Aela pauses and lifts her blazed head, glancing towards the direction of the sound. It reminds her faintly of the day that Straia had been swallowed. Its soul-stirring, whatever it was and the striped girl waits, watching the horizon to see if the devourers might finally take a shape. Other scents are wafting through the breeze and the golden girl presses herself protectively into the rounding shape of @[kota], as if Aela was expecting something.
Her blue eyes scanned through the dark, the night that had suddenly descended upon them.
Some sounds are familiar (and to the clicks that carry across the wind, Aela flashes images of the armored horses she has seen patrolling the Pangean border. There is familiarity in the images, implying that they are not the things that they should be worried about). The screams are unnerving but Aela hardly flinches and she keeps vigilantly watching, waiting to inflict anything that would dare approach the pair with horrifying memories.
"Stay close, Ma," she whispers (and almost trips on the last word) as she comes closer to Kota. Her ears prick and swivel, attempting to catch any sound while Aela waits, poised prettily on the edge of an attack.
aela says bring. it. on.
