[private] It's been awhile since I first saw you

[Aela]

Aela can see Sabra's reaction as much as she can sense it.

Her pupils dilate, giving something away and the Empath watches with an almost predatory glance. She has always been a patient creature and the palomino sees no sense in baiting the Sylvan mare further. The reaction she recieves tells Aela everything she needs to know: the images of her blood-stained face flooding her mind and the wrath she feels burning from the maroon woman before them. That spear has struck more than a nerve and the golden mare knows that Sabra would be more than capable of harming her.

Chaos and violence are singing in Sabra's soul and until Aela can present her with another target, she will remain silent.

(But, oh, isn't it tempting to think of unleashing that anger on some unsuspecting victim? Just to wield power for the sake of using it? What might Sabra's lightning strikes do to a spirit? Would they illuminate possibilities or simply extinguish their light?)

She watches quietly as Obscene moves closer to the speared woman and her head tilts curiously as the Sylvan steps away from him. His onyx-and-gold coat catches on the sunlight that streams down from the blazing canopy above. Sabra's woods were quiet, though she implied there were monsters within them. What kind, she wonders? The Pampas was attracting their own little following of those who wished to seek out their fortunes, who wanted their name to tied with one of the most powerful courts that Beqanna currently had to offer. (Even if they can't reach some kind of agreement with Sabra, it didn't mean they couldn't... borrow anyone who might prove useful.)

The palomino is focused on Sabra and doesn't break her concentration to add anything to their conversation. Aela wants a glimpse of the terrors that were rumored to be in Sylva, if they really existed. She wants to know what the older mare does to cure to her boredom, since she keeps her autumnal woods so quiet and her terrors so neatly tucked away. Taking a step towards Obscene, she brushes her golden skin against his, knowing that the two of them together are a striking pair.

They are both eternally young, beautiful to the point of divine.

And who better to convey that to than Sabra, who bleeds as openly as she doubts them?

@Sabra @Obscene