She's rather enjoyed having Enoch around.
The wall of disenchantment that he projects is greeted by a wry smile from the Seneschal. Though she has never been as obvious in her manipulations, she's enjoyed tested herself against his. Aela has always gone for subtle where it seemed Enoch had no objections for the world to know exactly how he felt.
Aela tries to twist the magic around them, trying to see if her contentment might atleast lure the songbirds back.
"I do," she tells her captive, sensing his view of the Pampas from his projected emotions. "No nereids, I'm afraid." The aquatic types of equine were rumored to be supernaturally lovely - perhaps not so lovely as Aela - but that had been part of the appeal of Ischia. Tropical paradise, attractive mares. The young stallion beside her is unusual; Aela has never seen his like before, but despite his oddity, he is pleasing to look at.
Even if his stay in the Pampas is short, he'll temporarily aid her in making sure their court has what she claimed: that their court was filled with the powerful and the beautiful.
"And what would have done in Ischia?" Aela muses to him, turning her slender head to look at Enoch. Dying of boredom, she imagines. "You really should be thanking me," she says to the armored stallion. Her blue eyes start to skim the flowered horizon, searching for a familiar figure. "But perhaps you can thank the Prince instead."
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Enoch
@Obscene in case he wants to make an appearance