[private] my bad habits lead to you

[Aela]

Aela still dreams of it.

She wants chaos cracking across Beqanna. She wants to see kingdoms falter to see what new ones rise in their stead. She wants to see territories shift and change alliances because the quiet is dull. She wants to see others use their magic and push it to the known limits of their world because, otherwise, how will it evolve?

How will it become something more if the world is content and never asking what else might be out there?

It’s only ever been Reave who has seemed to share this sentiment with her. Perhaps his designs for chaos were for a different outcome (or multiple ones); but his desire to add the sparks of change throughout the Land of the Sunrise has always matched hers. It feels good to be out in the open, sharing these thoughts with him. So many of her conversations have to do with politics or negotiating bargains; Aela rarely indulges in small talk. (And why would she, when she has always considered it a waste of her precious time?)

Her smile turns knowing because if there is anyone that understands her machinations, it is Reave.

"Perhaps you might talk with Cheri,” Aela says, lifting her pretty head to glance at Rune overhead. "She and I made a rather… interesting connection.” The palomino says. No doubt that Reave had seen that through her eyes; the firestorm and the glowing light that emanated from the former Loessian queen, the images of her lost son being summoned in the smoke.

Before that, Aela had always considered the appaloosa to be a nuisance. For a time, even a worthy adversary. After the Sinking of the South, a tentative ally.

And now, well, Aela wanted her brother's insight.

"She could be useful," Aela finally muses over the crashing Nerinian waves, "if she could be brought around to our way of thinking."

@Reave