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Aila let Maera lead the way to the nearest village, her rather large hoofsteps silent for her size as her mate Charli followed beside her, carrying a rather unusual person Aila didn't know very well, but yet felt like she had known her for a long time. She blushed at the thought and turned her face away briefly. An awkward silence hung in the air as she didn't know what to say or do in the presence of the other.

"Just talk to her, goof..." Maera said gently, looking back at the human sitting upon her back.

Aila's eyes bored back into Maera's violet ones. "What exactly do you mean by that? How? What do you suggest oh wise one?" She accidentally asked aloud.

Maera grinned and looked over at her mate, giving him a smug look.

Aila blushed and looked over at the other girl, her cheeks red as she fully realized that she had spoken aloud. "Uhm.. I'm not so good at dancing... or singing either..." She said self-consciously as they continued on. Already, her backside was getting sore from sitting on Maera's broad back for so long, she would have to stop for a rest and lunch soon.

Aila looked over at Danny, looking very small atop Charli. "Uh... not really... Maybe keep your eye open for wild Bayrels..." She gave a small shudder. Years later and she still held a deep hatred for the beasts that nearly killed her when she was younger, leaving her with ugly scars that no one found attractive.

Aila tilted her head, confused for a moment, before remembering that Danny was from the lands below. "They're like a.., what do you guys call it.. a wolf.. but with a horn on their nose and they look mean..." She said, trying to find an apt way to describe the creatures to her.

Aila nodded, a small grin lighting her face at the girl's attitude. "Soo... you and Manga go way back, huh?" She said. Gah.. stupid.. of course they do... They were both 'sacrifices... Idiot..." Aila grimaced and sat forward on Maera, walking along silently as she regained her brain, or what was left of it.

Aila nodded at the girl's answer to her question, noticing the hesitation at Manga's name. "I take it then, that Manga isn't her real name?" She inquired lightly as Maera and Charli stopped underneath a shade tree. Aila hopped off of Maera and untied the lunch bags from her back and set them on the ground before going over to Charli and Danny to help her down.

Aila nodded and settled down in the grass as the drafts wandered off to graze. She opened the bag of food and offered Danny a piece of breed and a block of cheese, ignoring the shivers that coursed through her body at their touch. What was going on with her? She'd felt this kind of thing twice before and was not going to fall for it again. No sir, No Ma;am, no freaking way. Nu uh. Not happening. But damn she went weak in the knees when she helped Danny off of Charli's back.

Aila cleared her throat and took a small bite of the bread, formulating her thoughts and plan of conversation. "So Danielle isn't your real name then?" She commented.

The way the lighting was under the tree, the scar under her left eye was clearly outlined and a stark contrast against her tan complexion. Her brown hair was bound back as it normally was, and for once she had forgone her skirt like she normally did to go to town, and just left her nicer pair of pants and her loose fitting shirt on.

Aila listened and rolled up her sleeves, revealing the burn scars on her left arm, and right hand, and her tattoo on her upper arm that signified her as an accepted Farmer, even though she was a female, and farming was a man's job. She nibbled at the bread, her stomach turning circles. "I was born on the Isle, and I've never had the opportunity to go to the below lands.. however.. from the stories I've heard, I don't think I want to. Charli, the draft you are riding is from the Below Lands as well. He was nearly dead before a kind soul rescued him and showed him the way to the Isle..." She shook her head, watching the drafts in the distance as they grazed, their pelts rubbing each other warmly. She sighed, thinking of the woman that had almost gone through with Charli's Choosing. The half-Skh'et noblewoman who not only spurned Aila's heart, but also Charli's vow. The poor draft had traveled ages to find her, and was only greeted with rejection as he waited for the next person that he would possibly Choose. Likewise, that had been the second time Aila had been spurned, and there was no way that would happen again. Nope. She wouldn't give anybody the opportunity to spurn her, or burn her heart again. It just wasn't worth it.