[private] It's been awhile since I first saw you

[Aela]

She hadn't been happy about this visit.

Every lovely line on Aela's refined face is angled away from Sylva, as if every corner of her skin was crawling at just the thought of coming here. The golden mare had met Sabra once - an electric personality that Aela might have once considered a worthy ally. But the pearlescent mare had proved herself to be too volatile for Aela's taste (the memory echoes in her mind, the way that the mare had screamed: you took her! Give her back!)

Aela keeps that memory close, ready to use it if the javelin-speared leader needed any reminder exactly who was standing on the edges of her wood. The palomino casts a wary out across the Sylvan shadows, remembering all the old stories that she had heard about this place. It had been the scene for murders and types of debauchery so dark that even Aela wouldn't name it. She glances back to her companion, taking the opportunity press her slender shoulder into his broader one. A brief touch of assurance and if that wasn't enough, her next lingering touch adds in a small amount of confidence.

They could always turn around, she thinks. Let the Sylvans imagine they thought they heard the trumpeting cry of a young stallion. But instead, the Pampas Prince cocks a hind hoof and Aela merely sighs, resigned to the fact that they would be staying. She turns her blazed face away from his, staring off towards the Maples and Oaks.

"Noted," she quietly tells the brute as she keeps a watch for the notorious (hypnotic) Sabra.

@Sabra @Obscene