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    Beyza -- Year 211


    "She kills him because no matter how far she has come from the bitter, angry young girl she had been, she is still Starsin, and if he wants to make her world burn, she will be certain that he burns with it." --Starsin, written by Colby

    [private]  she had a marvelous time ruining everything

    Aela has always known that she is not a girl for standing still.

    She is filled with big dreams and so they are always stirring, always calling, even demanding at times that she do something. So the blonde girl travels from the Chamber to the Common Lands as she sometimes does to learn what she can. Aela still keeps her distance - those who wander around aimlessly seem to have a reason that they do so - and she takes care to not become overwhelmed by memories that are not her own.

    The nearly-palomino fllly has no time for that. Not when she is too busy considering her future.

    Spring thaw made travel from the Chamber and through the nomad realms easier. Aela, as she does with most things, took full advantage of it. And for every moment that she could spare away from her studies, the memory-giver was conducting her own here. There had been a young stud who had ventured too close (and Aela encouraged it by lowering her shockingly blue eyes demurely to peer up at the stallion from beneath dark lashes) that she enjoyed overwhelming. The fear as it whitened his eyes had pleased her and but unfortunately, the brute was gone before Aela could even attempt a simper.

    (There were others in the Meadow - but they are the young and the elderly, those too stupid to find a realm to shelter out the winter - and Aela is not interested in testing her abilities on the weak. She wants the strong, she wants to pit herself against the best to ascertain her place above them).

    Bright sunbeams filtered through the branches of the tree that Aela stood beneath. The girl watched, studying the few who grazed in clusters and finding nothing of importance, looks to the shadows. She probes the dark with memories - the sight of the fleeing stallion, bursting rocks in Nerine, infinite reincarnations of a stellar Carnage from dreaming about her father - and waits.

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    you've got your roots
    and i've got the wind in my soul

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