[private] take a bite and let it linger

[Mazikeen]

Speaking with Aela, Mazikeen has the uncomfortable knowledge that she would have liked the palomino mare in her former life. It would have been easy for affection to grow, fed by the scowl and the way those blue eyes meet Mazikeen’s burning gaze without hesitation. Now, a hesitant sort of appreciation grows instead - Aela slowly being placed in the category of those that Mazikeen would not like to tear apart with her claws. The mention of the Notherners causes a spark to brighten her gaze even further, a small quirk of a smile forming though there is little warmth in it. “I’ve noticed. Nashua is no longer welcomed in the east at all because of that nonsense.” While Mazikeen could certainly understand having a little bit of reservations about the Curse and all it could do, Nashua’s reaction continued to baffle her. Gale was clearly the preferred host, why would there be any harm at all in Bolder being able to shift? A few of Mazikeen’s glowing markings appear on her skin as she thinks about Bolder’s distress and how he hadn’t found support in one of the places he always should have. The Pampas is an unknown land to Mazikeen, she can vaguely remember a blur of colour as she had flown across Beqanna and is sure it must be near Tephra. Aela’s earlier annoyance at the mention of her brothers emboldens Mazikeen to not linger on the subject of homes, but rather return to what they had been. So an amused glint appears in her red-orange eyes when she mentions next “Did you know his son is a shifter? Nashua seems to be under the impression that Gale and I have corrupted the boy.” And now that amusement forms into a short laugh. “Ridiculous, isn’t it?” And her tone suggests that they both know it is far from ridiculous, inviting Aela into this private joke comes easily. m a z i k e e n .

 

@Aela