Aela's beauty is a matter of pride for her. There is no magic tied to the lovely smile she gives. There is no supernatural ability associated with her supple curves or the gleaming luster of her gold coat. She has grown up learning to look this way or to smile that way, to know when to tilt her head at an attractive angle. (In a land full of beautiful creatures, it is probably not the most original but Aela will always cultivate every chance she is given.)
This has nothing to do with the skills that sing underneath her sunburst skill and the fact that she has this, it is just another tool in her arsenal.
It is just one more thing that Aela, who rarely leaves anything to chance and who is always looking for opportunity, uses to her advantage. She doesn't come closer but when the brindled stallion grows himself a pair of white wings, the dark does little to hide her expression (subtle as it is). Her brow raises as she studies them - her mind replaying the memory of Gale creating them - before she glances up to the stallion again. It would seem the pretty target had plenty of bows for his string.
"The Field?" she asks. "Don't tell me you're recruiting through all of this mess." Aela teases him again because there is a particular enjoyment from it. Were horses still gathering there, she wonders? She had assumed that most would have herded together and disappeared into the quiet corners of territories in hopes of being avoided by the monsters that roamed Beqanna. After another assessing glance of @[Gale], she imagines he might be the type to think himself some kind of knight from the old stories or perhaps he imagines himself the savior of some lost soul.
(But then the thought crosses her mind though that the Field might be a good place to go searching for Skandar.)
She smiles at the mention of his name. "Are you a force of nature then?" Aela asks the shifter. Perhaps he can do more than just change his shape. It's a delightful thought and it makes the palomino avoid giving the brindled pegasus her name, for now. Her mind instead concentrates on the way that she has seen other skinwalkers change and Aela (very kindly) shares this with Gale in a flurry of borrowed memories: a mighty Taigan tree snapped in half by a brutal wind, the coppery scales she had once glimpsed on the Ice Dragon, the bubbling lava from Tephra's volcano.
It doesn't occur to her that he can't be anything that she hasn't seen.