Though the day is growing dim, Aela can see the small orb of light hovering ahead. A Whisp of some kind, a supernatural companion to the Pampas Prince. And more than that, from where the slender palomino weaves through the jungle ferns, she can sense Obscene's anger. It wouldn't take much to provoke him, she realizes. He might not even notice the manifestation of Aela's magic, not when his own emotions are so strong.
He could erupt - a violent display of rage - in a way that the volcano never has.
She glances briefly towards the looming Tephran volcano in the hazy distance, and thinks of her last visit here. This ache will only get in her way, and Aela refuses to acknowledge it. She banishes the emotion with a shake of her lovely head and focuses on following Obscene, only glancing back to see if Lord Wherewolf had followed. The buckskin pegasus had expressed some interest in coming - if only out of curiosity - and the Seneschal looked back to see if the winged stallion had actually come along.
The glowing orb ahead vanishes, and from this distance, Aela can hear the steady rumble of Obscene's voice.
Aela ventures from the shadows to greet the sound and her blue eyes rest on the small, glowing ocelot. A rather brilliant bird isn't far, perched on a branch near the small animal. The young feline shimmers a familiar shade of iridescent blue, a hue familial that Aela has seen on her brother, Gale. She hadn't thought that the child might be a shifter like her half-sibling, but the golden mare finds herself pleased with this discovery. If they were to keep Sickle - instead of returning her to Hyaline - it could give them more opportunities to mold the girl into something else entirely.
But first is the matter of getting her back to the Pampas.
"Sickle?" Aela asks the child as she approaches, feeling the emotions from the horses gathered nearby shaping her into something else. Who Obscene might see in his anger might not be who Sickle sees in her curiosity (or so Aela hopes). The last time that she had tried this, the Empath had been shaped by the fear from the Islandres leader, Islay. She still isn't entirely sure what the two-toned mare had seen, but it had terrified Islay enough that she came back to the Pampas quietly. There is no fear to be found tonight - not yet - and as the night deepens, Aela starts to softly glow, hoping that she has just enough light to reveal a face that the girl knows, a face that she might trust enough to follow.
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Obscene @Wherewolf @Sickle