Aela has gotten used to overwhelming others with her memories. When they don't outright terrify an unsuspecting horse, it usually leaves them confused and those moments give the gilded filly enough time to slip into the shadows or position herself downwind. Her (intended) targets never even see the girl who overpowered their minds.
As Aela has gotten older, this gift has become more powerful and more direct.
This target, though, is not like her others; he had been unexpected and maybe she had been careless in her projection. It wasn't as if she saw who she was sending the memory to. Aela had conjured the images of the aliens - creeping and prowling in the dark Pangean canyons - and thought it would be enough to send whatever was lurking in the other direction. It (because what else can she call what comes trotting towards her?) approaches and Aela stops, every muscle drawn taut with fascination. She has never been afraid of the wild creatures that call Pangea home and so she isn't of this pretender; he appears before like a gift.
She had imagined the odd-looking, armored horses, and there one was!
If Skandar considers himself a God because he is a Creator, Aela thinks she has divine approval. What else could his appearance signify? This had to be a sign from the Gods of their approval (and maybe a present from her Almighty father, Carnage?).
Her blue eyes widen and Aela side-steps a pace from the creature. She is enchanted with the sight before her but it doesn't mean she is oblivious to the damage that it could do. It could-
It could change?
She cranes her head and then it jerks up as she watches the transformation. The glowing, red eyes dim. The body cracks and fractures (how odd!); the body before her rages before it decides on a shape. Not one of Pangea's aliens or her other wonders. A galaxy-marked... boy. She's disappointed and the frown emerges as the golden filly finally stills. Her flaxen tail twitches between her legs until the colt gives her an invitation. Aela's pale lips quirk in a reciprocated smile, like she and the other adolescent are both privy to the same secret. She turns his 'threat' into a game.
The almost-palomino filly glows first around her ankles and her stripes, a brief warning to her new companion. But then it fades and a memory dawns: a colt in Nerine, buckskin with dark wings and golden iridescent dapples that radiate spectacularly in the sunlight. Aela even sends a separate projection of the young pegasus's scowl, just to see how well this one could replicate it.
@[Skandar] i want you to know i cackled so much writing this