Her blues eyes watch him - curious, at first - and then amused as he zigs and zags towards her. Like he can’t make up his own mind about which his direction he wants to go and that should worry (intidmiate?) Aela. They quickly move to the wings that hang at his sides and she finds it harder to contain her smirk.
Carnage help him if he ever decides to fly.
The colt comes close - too close - if she had known about personal boundaries. Aela - who has learned to communicate through touch and memory - knows nothing about them. So she lifts her head and raises a brow as he continues to speak. She even wonders briefly if he is one of those oafish types that thinks if he speaks louder, she might hear him better.
He apparently does.
Aela feels her ears retreat again as she scowls up to the other yearling. What makes him so pretentious? Has his dam coddled him so much that he always feels entitled to an answer? The boy with his angry (crashing) ocean eyes turns his head away and steps away from her, like she might be done with him.
She isn’t. Not yet, anyways.
The yearling reaches out to grab a fledgling, useless wing and Aela thinks of the angriest, scariest thing she can summon. His anger infuriates her and so she unleashes it back on him. (The sound of a Taigan redwood as it snaps furiously in half from the seething of a summer storm. The dragon-horse that flies above the North. A deep rumble of thunder as it shakes the ground. The serrated, glinting teeth of a demon as it reaches out to grab her.)
Carnage help him if he ever decides to fly.
The colt comes close - too close - if she had known about personal boundaries. Aela - who has learned to communicate through touch and memory - knows nothing about them. So she lifts her head and raises a brow as he continues to speak. She even wonders briefly if he is one of those oafish types that thinks if he speaks louder, she might hear him better.
He apparently does.
Aela feels her ears retreat again as she scowls up to the other yearling. What makes him so pretentious? Has his dam coddled him so much that he always feels entitled to an answer? The boy with his angry (crashing) ocean eyes turns his head away and steps away from her, like she might be done with him.
She isn’t. Not yet, anyways.
The yearling reaches out to grab a fledgling, useless wing and Aela thinks of the angriest, scariest thing she can summon. His anger infuriates her and so she unleashes it back on him. (The sound of a Taigan redwood as it snaps furiously in half from the seething of a summer storm. The dragon-horse that flies above the North. A deep rumble of thunder as it shakes the ground. The serrated, glinting teeth of a demon as it reaches out to grab her.)
AELA
she had a marvelous time ruining everything
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