YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
The way his little bottlebrush tail spins endears the youth to Aela and she conitnues to lightly groom him, removing the burs and knots from his fine baby mane. He's a rising maelstrom of emotion (and she decides to teach Fyr how to keep them under control, to teach him how to keep his emotions and powers in check so that the only one controlling them is him). But she continues to smooth the little boy's curling hair, brushing his fine forelock out away from his golden eyes.
He thinks over what she's asked him, very seriously, and the palomino doesn't bother to hide warmth in her blue eyes.
A small fire-petaled flower blooms below her hooves and Aela can feel pride swelling inside her slender breast. This is only the beginning of his powers, something that will grow to become as strong as he will be, she thinks. He's almost there, Aela assumes and resumes to grooming the small colt. Until he says that he is doomed for terrible things again, and the lovely palomino muses to the child, "Hm."
Aela keeps cleaning the boy, untangling another knot from his dark mane.
"Did you know terrible can mean many things?" she murmurs to the child, already knowing that he was hers. And Aela refused to let Fyr not to decide for himself what he wanted to be. She glanced down at him, patiently meeting his molten gaze as the colt looked up at her. "You could be terribly strong," she said, touching his shoulder lightly. "Or you could be terribly smart." Aela continued on, taking another step over the youth and flattening her ears against her poll when a doe-eyed mare stared at the bonding pair too long. (A warning flash of Aela's white teeth seemed to spur the other female to another part of the Nursery.)
"You could be even be terribly handsome, or terribly powerful." Aela smiles a little devilishly as she continued, the gleam of her own prideful nature shining out for a moment. She lowers her blazed head and plucks the name of the spotted colt from a memory, her expression softening slightly as she tells him: "You decide what terrible means, Fyr. Nobody else gets to tell you that."
@Fyr