YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
She hadn't meant to get this carried away, but here she is, swept away in a tide of emotion all of her own making.
Aela drifts out further than she means to, driven by her desire and the one that she plants between them both. She had been spinning half-truths and dancing around any absolutes while lingering so near to the dark brute. She had refrained from saying anything truthful, anything that Obscene might be able to grab hold of and pull her back with. That is how she has always been; a swift-footed mare who had been even quicker with her tongue and even quicker still with her mind.
"That could be arranged," she says airily, reaching for him again because Aela finds that his ebony skin is intoxicating to touch. Her pretty smile curls on her pale lips much the same way she curls her slender body around him.
"Alright," she whispers to the Pampas Prince, like this wasn't a possibility she hadn't already considered. (Aela had hoped that perhaps such an offer might be made. There was opportunity here, possibilities to stir Beqanna awake. To do something when all the Land of the Sunrise had done was hide during the Endless Night.) The glowing mare hadn't expected things between them to go so far but here there were and she found that she didn't mind; there could be worse company to keep and worse ways to spend her time.
Obscene challenges her by keeping his mouth so near to hers and the small mare smiles, curving her neck slightly as she glances down.
"I know nothing about politics," she warns him lightly and then can't help herself; Aela reaches for him again. "And you know the Pampas better than I do." The palomino murmurs, "so perhaps we might discuss this somewhere more... private." The golden mare shares a few images with him, quieter places where they might be afforded a little more privacy.
@Obscene