YOU'RE ONLY AS SICK AS YOUR SECRETS
Perhaps there is far too much pride in Aela.
(There is; there certainly is.)
But she will be the one that makes the Fates bow to her. She will be the one to twine the threads of her life. She will be the one who will weave the threads of her own story. Aela has spent far too much time between gods and monsters and all the havoc they wreak to allow something as fickle as Fate to make the choices for her.
Not when she spends her time amongst Magicians, among those who can see the possible things yet to come and those who could shape it if Fate itself rebelled against the path that Aela intended.
This girl is odd. That is the first that catches her attention. Aela becomes fire and flame - an inferno that approaches her - that could scorch her skin and scald out her eyes. She knows that she could blind the other; the darker palomino should recognize that threat clearly enough as it blazes across her skin. Should she keep the other mare planted before her in fear, she wonders, or should she drain her of all emotions that she might beg for the pain of her flames?
(Aela is nothing like her mother. The warmth she would share with Elliana is pain that she wouldn't hesitate to inflict on another; she doesn't hesitate where her mother would have faltered.)
Aela is curious, though, and while she burns like a wildfire, the shadows that curl from the other's skin (like Radiance) prompt her to ask, "Not afraid of my light, Shadow-Weaver?"
@Elliana
