It had been hard for Aela to sense Mazikeen's memories - to catch glimpses beyond anything more than a moment - and so everything she saw of Gale was fleeting. The brindled pegasus was there, but in what capacity, the palomino couldn't (frustratingly) be sure. But the moment that her skin bleeds from red to white and Aela can see all those scars, she understands exactly what Gale is to Mazikeen.
Their story was written there for Aela to see.
She's even felt that kind of desire once, when a man had held her throat by his pointed teeth, and Aela had lifted her head, taunting him with the exposure of it. (And she remembers shamelessly thinking, that if that was what it took for him to touch her, she would bring them both to blows again and again and again.) The golden mare nearly shivers at the memory, before she buries it again. The markings across Maze's hide tell the Seneschal that while she might not know what Gale is, this mare is important to him.
"I paid a visit to Hyaline recently," Aela shares with the color-changing woman. Her head tilts, as her mind connects that this might be the Alpha of the East, and her expression reveals that she was certainly familiar with Mazikeen's King. Thankfully, what Gale had done to Aela had been remedied thanks to Skandar and the healing waters of his birthland. How many others had he torn apart? Had they all come back as something different? Her blue eyes linger on Mazikeen, wondering if she had been any different when she first met Gale.
Aela finds that she hopes not.
She rather likes Mazikeen's brazen nature.
"Do you often have visitors?" Aela settles on asking, and her wry smile quirks again, imagining what might happen to an unsuspecting soul that crossed the Hyaline border.
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Mazikeen