Aela still can't quite believe her luck. She is a girl familiar with the quiet. She had grown up with the quiet hum of the sun rising and then setting through the imperial slant of Taiga's towering trees. Her days were measured by the steady fog that rolled in with the tide in spring and stayed until the summer sun could burn some of it away. Her acquaintances hadn't extended beyond her mother, Kota, and the occasional 'visit' from her grandmother, Heartfire.
And yet here was @[Straia], speaking to Aela as if she had always been familiar with the ravines of Pangea and the ravens that adorned the Dominus.
Her blue eyes linger on the bird resting on Straia's back and some part of her wants to test the logic (but then this very much who Aela is; she was born to dare and tempt and dazzle). Could they be? She asks curiously before looking up to Straia again. It was true that the creature was smaller than other birds and bigger than some. It wasn't perhaps as graceful of a flyer as some kinds and maybe it couldn't cut through the winds as she had seen some species dive off the Nerinian coast. Still, she wonders as her brilliant eyes flick back to the raven. They already were so much more because of Straia and yet as Aela studies the bird, she wonders if there could be more still.
The question goes unasked but it shines clearly enough on her young face and her thoughts momentarily run away with her, with thoughts of ravens flocking to the Beqanna skies, shifting magic like flickering flames. All at Straia's command; all to do as the Raven queen pleased. It makes the almost-palomino filly light up with a thousand ideas, all burning bright in her young mind.
When she glances up at the Dominus again, she is smiling and Aela smiles back. Her eyes widen - momentarily shocked - before the small smile blossoms into something much more radiant. Yes, she beams excitedly back to the painted mare, what would you have me do?