YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
As a girl, she had never considered how her echoes might have been perceived as invasive. Others spoke to her - addressed her with their voices - and since Aela had none, she responded the only way she knew how. With borrowed memories and mental pictures, trying to project what she might have said. It was her only way of communicating.
Why should she have to apologize for it?
Aela will never apologize for anything. She is too proud. There is nothing within her that she has learned to be sorry for. "Some," Aela muses back to the black-and-gold female. An evasive answer to Radiance's direct observation. Her light tone is an obvious confirmation of what the other mare was speaking of. There are others as well: they are both older. They had both grown into their legs and their coats, their flowing manes, and tails. There was nothing left of the girls that had once crossed paths, just a lingering memory surrounding the two much as Radiance's shadows did.
Her blue eyes linger on the gold-edging of the sabino, admiring the way that she glinted in the sun. She had grown to be rather lovely.
But the shadow that comes trailing from Radiance makes the palomino lift her head speculatively, watching as it continued to come closer. It reminded her of something that Skandar might do, the way that he often played with other shapes and forms when he took them. The way that magma cooled and dripped from his strong jaw. The way he could become a monster - like those during the Eclipse - and use that wispy shape to fade into the shadows.
Could Radiance do something similar? (And it makes her wonder what else she could do with those swarming shadows?)
"You know," she reveals to her companion, sharing a similar mindset with the other mare. "I didn't really mind it being gone." The sun beams down from above, breaking through the trees. Despite the darkness during that time, "It seemed to wake everybody up." She didn't particularly care for the monsters, just another obstacle in her path to greatness. But they had gone with the return of the sun, with (if rumors were true) only a few remaining in the deepest and darkest parts of Beqanna.
"Some things are the same," Aela said, giving a graceful shrug of her shoulders. The sun has returned to rising and falling, the autumn had brought the return of mindless fucking, and come spring, the consequences would be crying out for their mothers. She glances back down at the shadows stirring at Radiance's hooves and Aela decides to bring a little light to their conversation, sparking a small flame near her own; curious as to how the two magics might interact. She glances up, watching the sabino's reaction with a wry smile. "Some things are new."
@Radiance