[private] It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

Since he had been spit back into the wildflowers (when the lion had roared and charged and with a blink of an eye he was back into the world he knew), he had been avoiding his Seneschal. There wasn’t one definitive reason of why. Part of it was what he had discovered about himself in that outer world, the epiphany he had about what lived within him. Another was the growing restlessness and sense of distance that he felt growing between them. Built on a seed of mistrust planted by Reave regarding the Heir of the South. Speaking of the Heir… his tentative meeting with Cheri in the meadow, that conversation of a wary truce…

There was no one reason he had been avoiding her but he knows he cannot do it forever.

Despite the jumble of his confusion, the mixed bag of emotions that he still can’t fully (refuses to) understand, he cares deeply for the striped mare. She had been the first in many ways. The first to follow him when he had claimed the Pampas, the first to see worth in him that he still doesn’t always see in himself. She was his first lover and he cannot deny that space, however big or small, that she takes in his wilted little heart.

Most of all Aela was his closest friend, the first one he could consider as such anyways. And that meant something regardless if they both liked it or not. It is a late summer day and the sun is high in the sky as he parts the wildflowers with his broad sable body, adorned in the familiar dust of glittered gold with the added new addition of the sparkling gold stars patterned across his chest. Spring had passed quietly with none of the repercussions he had worried about from his fall activities surfacing to haunt him. His craving for the golden Empath had not ebbed in his time away from her and it surfaces now when he spots her familiar figure in the heart of the Pampas, stirring those muddled thoughts and feelings into a new frenzy.

They have both been keeping busy in their own ways. Would she be angry with him when he tells her of his trip to Hyaline? And that he had done so out of his concern and worry for her? What will she say when he brings up his meeting with Cheri? Would she lie to his face and insist not knowing the thread of blood that ties those two together, the one Reave had informed him of? Would there ever be a line he could cross that would bring her true feelings to the surface? Would he ever know where exactly they stood with each other or was this a tentative dance they would do for years to come?

Questions, so many questions.

“Aela.” His voice is gruffer then usual but it carries a hint of warmth that he carries just for her. She is stunning in the sparkling golden sunlight, radiating beams of hazy brightness behind her as if they came from some inner glow of hers and not from the burning star in the sky. He can feel a certain wariness running an invisible hand through the golden ribbons tied into his raven mane, as if sensing this conversation might be different to ones from the past.

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@Aela