[private] It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

She teases him with whispered promises of steals and he shudders pleasantly beneath her warm breath, enjoying how close she is against him. For a moment his meeting with Cheri is forgotten, chased away by the sweetness of the flowers that clings to her golden pelt. He finds himself wanting to raise that same wanting in her, one that she seems open to by the implication in her tone, as he growls low to her… “What if Tephra was to lose one of its territories? Guide me Seneschal.” He demands, low and gruff as his muzzle trails lazily down the length of her neck, pinching the skin near the base of her mane through blunted teeth.

It doesn’t take much to convince her when it comes to the deal with Gale. He had never doubted that it would, knowing Aela’s natural affinity for stirring the pot. However he is torn on returning the girl or keeping her for themselves. Although they had both purposely left out exact wording regarding Sickle’s final destination, it would be a game of chess to see how they interpreted each others meanings. One that could raise them high or bite them completely in the ass. He figures the first step is getting the filly in the first place and then worrying about the rest of it after.

He almost misses the word “playmate” but he refocuses on her even as he brushes over her star speckled haunches. He responds to Tephra first. “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you behind.” He mocks her gently, laughing softly into the sun of her skin. “Fyr?” He finally asks her, not sure if she had said fire or fear and confused by both meanings in further reflection. “What’s a Fyr?”

The mood shifts and everything turns on its hinges as they break apart and face each other. He can see the flare of her temper in the coolness of her oceanic eyes despite the smile on her lips. He in turn only seems to visibly harden as his own gaze sharpens with displeasure. It is only the fire that first distracts him from the clicking of scales as they scatter across his smooth skin. He catches it out of the corner of a crimson eye as if flares around her hooves. His own temper cools enough to catch her story and he finally loosens a breath from his tightly wound chest and flexes a muscle in his jaw as she mentions Loess, instantly catching on to the true meaning of her words.

“I was getting to that.” He responds coolly, watching her carefully as he tries to assess the root of her irritation. “Cheri as the new Heir of Loess has some plans that might interest us. She’s arranging some sort of gathering with some of the North to discuss it. I believe your brother will be in attendance.” He pauses, considering her sullenly for a moment. “Obviously your attendance would be appreciated.”

He falls silent for awhile, watching the way the light plays across the curve of her face and feeling himself at a sudden invisible crossroads. She is beautiful but as much as he wants to touch her... he can't seem to unwind that firm knot of doubt in his chest. He can relate to the golden mare better than anyone. Being abandoned by their families, being born different. He does feel for her, that subtle pain that they both ignore and pretend doesn't affect them in the least. Yet he can't shake this feeling, this invisible wall that he seems to slam into when it comes to her. “What are we doing Aela?” He finally asks, unable to keep the question to himself anymore.

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@Aela