YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Aela never seems to grow a winter coat. It's something that she had inherited from the birth mother that she chooses to know little of, but as she shivers against a chilling breeze that rolls over the Pampas knolls, she can't help but think that perhaps it would be better to know some things. But the palomino brushes the thought away as easily as the cold and continues towards the border of the Loessian territory.
It was cold in Pangea, but the midday sun always chased away any bit of winter. It was often scorching by noon. For the place that always seemed so sprawling with lovely meadows and an abundance of wildflowers (at least in the borrowed memories of others), Aela learned that it was just as apt to freeze as any other place in Beqanna. An annoyance really - like learning that even Magicians have limits - but the golden girl has a reason for visiting today and it is easier to focus on that instead.
Her pale nostrils flare when they finally come across a familiar scent; Aela smiles and decides to take the risk of crossing into the Brilliant Pampas instead of waiting to be found. With a dancers stride, she moves across the light layer of snow. Even though her steps are light, the dark brute that she approaches from behind manages to hear her before the young mare can come to a stop. His greeting would be far more appropriate for her half-brother - Wherewolf - she thinks but Aela doesn't say that. The striped girl lifts her head answers back, "No need to wonder." A small smile tugs on her lips and even though Obscene can't see it, perhaps he hears in her voice when she says: "I had wanted to see the Pampas for myself."
There is a pause - like she is considering something - and Aela rolls her slender shoulders before adding, "But if you prefer I leave..."
@[Obscene]