The bright smile on Aela's blazed face is fueled by the one that the Magician offers to the younger filly as she approaches. With those that Aela cares for, she tries to care where it comes to her mind and her memories. Aela thinks that her friendship with Beyza is an easy one because she has to do no such thing with pale-sheened woman. All Aela has to do is open her mind and Beyza comes drifting in, as familiar to her as the Taigan fog had been when she was small.
(And Aela has gotten an odd look or two for her social interactions. It was always a thrill to correct an onlooker who didn't seem to realize there is always so much more lurking beneath the lovely luster of her coat.)
If somebody were to walk by @[Beyza] and Aela, she finds the thought an amusing one that they might sense nothing. It makes her shining smile tug towards an impish grin. Her blue eyes momentarily flicker across the Pangean landscape, reflecting on that unsettled feeling that the other mare had mentioned. Life in the canyon country had come to an almost stand-still, had returned to some semblance of normalcy but it seemed like the quiet was festering with unanswered questions. What had swallowed Straia? Would the earth devour more?
She glances back to Beyza, not wanting to waste good company. "I think so," she thinks. There is a pause because Aela isn't really sure how to explain that Pangea was a choice. It had been her very decision and she feels rather strongly about that; before coming to the East, Aela had never been outside of Taiga or Nerine (apart from a random excursion or two to the Common Lands). It makes her wonder about Beyza who had been born here, of that anchoring feeling that never took root within Aela while she lived in Taiga: "Did you ever think of leaving?"