YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
He doesn't scowl or scoff.
She had wondered if the pale brute would try to intercept the young female, or try to divert Aela away from her attempted steal. But his violet eyes rove along her trail of fire and the palomino can feel her smile start to emerge as her flames do. The emotion that he radiates out isn't indignant, or even upset. The Tephran seems curious as to the scene playing out before him and Aela has always enjoyed being an actress.
"Thief," she nearly purrs back to the stallion, not objecting to the nickname. If anything, it's the most appropriate one that she has ever been given. Islay eyes the pair warily and Aela lifts her head with a silent warning; if she makes a fuss or a struggle, the fires will only grow larger as her patience grows shorter. The blue-and-white mare dips her head, temporarily acquiescing to the Seneschal's demand.
Would he be as easy to manipulate as Obscene?
Aela thinks its might take a little more than the alluring sway of her hips, but golden mare isn't above trying. She takes a small step towards the taller horse. "It's rude to eavesdrop," she tells the strange stallion with a voice slightly louder than the crackle of the fires around them, in a tone that is anything but chastising. Her coy smile emerges again as Aela continues, "but I might be willing to overlook that if you tell me what to call you."
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