Aela never had a father in this life.
Thanks to Gale and the memories of others, she knows what he is supposed to look like. He is gold and blue, like her. They even share a familial smile, one that curves toward ruin. But that is all they ever shared; they never had a quiet moment like the one she shares with Kensley. Brushing her pale muzzle against his is comforting and it makes her think of all the still nights that she had in Pangea.
The only place that she has ever considered as home.
That feeling returns as she stands next Kensley, sharing the memories of her past and catching glimpses of his. Beyza lights up between them (a friend, the Empath realizes; she might have one in the White Magician) until they grow dark and hazy. There is another in their shared visions and recognization bristles against Aela's mind. The black stallion is familiar. Rumor said that he had been the one to bring the Eternal Night and the one who beckoned forth shadow monsters. He had gained more fame by serving as Pangea's champion and there is a new appreciation for Jamie when she opens her blue eyes.
Would he still say that he wasn't meant for great things, when even the blood that flowed from him wrought great changes?
She lingers close, and her slender head tilts towards his, sensing that Kensley still had more to share. There is: not only had he known Beyza from Pangea, but she is the mother to his granddaughters. To three girls - (Aela recognizes the Magic in that number - a beginning, middle, and end); three children of the White Magician and the Nightmaker. Perhaps one might come to Aela's Pampas, where those who resided were making renown as the most beautiful and powerful horses in Beqanna.
Kensley's visions recede like a tide, and Aela braces for the emptiness; filling it with possibilities and plans instead, focusing on committing the images of the three Fates to mind for later.
"Is she still in Pangea?" Aela asks, though the same thought that comes is the same for Beyza as it is for Kensley. "It's been years."
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@kensley