"I would hope so," Aela says with a laugh. Beqanna can't be the only world; her mind has often imagined what must be out in the Beyond. She's caught glimpses of it in the minds of others, but their memories never hold anything interesting enough to make Aela want to leave the land of her birth.
She finds his interesting enough, though, and so Aela stays out of curiosity.
Her smile turns wry, because though Aela has plans for greatness, how she gets there still eludes her. Heartfire - her grandmother - had told her once that it was not something quickly found. So Aela does her best in the present and keeps searching for, patient enough with the belief that she would know it the moment that greatness came. The slender palomino would just keep doing her best to strive for better, to reach for a level of power that would catch even the notice of gods.
"Perhaps I'll start a war," Aela continues with a light tone, like the idea doesn't bother her much. It's been done before, she knows her history well enough to remember leaders that go back to the era of the Dogmatists and the Uprising. It was one way to immortalize a name, but there were other ways as well. And perhaps her greatness would come in a way that hasn't been conceived yet. "Topple a kingdom, find a way to defy the laws of Magic."
Aela turns her head to glance at the champagne, and her blue eyes glitter speculatively at the stallion. "Oh, I think you know more than you give yourself credit for." She continues on, thinking the name he'd given was a fitting one as she studied him. "Aela." The Empath offers, and then asks, "What do you know of greatness, Rapt?"
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@rapt