01-22-2021, 08:21 PM
The firestorm stills and Aela finds that interesting.
She had been unbridled energy before - passion? rage? grief? - and the air had been filled with wild things. It had intrigued Aela, whoever the singer was. It was a tune about lost things and yet what she finds doesn't look exactly lost; the opalescent mare simply looks... quiet.
Aela tilts her refined head and emerges gracefully, her step light and full of air; she nearly floats across the ground. The almost-palomino flicks her ears forward as she listens, realizing that the opalescent mare is singing along with the memory (Aela has had many reactions to her projections but this is certainly a first for the striped girl).That interests her where the sight of a mare crying might have sent her in another direction.
(There is little use for tears, after all. Unless Aela can use them to fuel a fire, unless she can use them as a kindling for an emotion that will make another burn.)
When Sabra stares into the dark, it is not a monster (at least not one of the shadow-walkers) she sees. It is simply a girl with her head held at a knowing angle and a blue-eyed stare that might freeze a simpler soul in place. With Sabra, they are merely dark with questions and a desire to have them answered.
The song - the memory of it - came from Aela but what the golden girl says is this: "You." Her voice is still unpracticed but the single word is practiced (almost painfully so, it has taken Aela hours to work through the way her tongue can stammer). Despite the dark, her eyes look wide and round. Her golden stripes glow, inviting the pegasus mare closer. "How did you lose it?"
@[Sabra]