Her mind is swirling with ideas much like the fog that coils and curls around Kensley's hooves. It even glows, much the thoughts that are lighting within her. (And there are other thoughts as well. How long had it been since she had actually seen Beyza? What had happened between their last meeting and the years since? Three daughters, she learns, and the White Magician has earned the ire of another.)
Where would Beyza have gone, if she had fled Pangea?
There are empty spaces in Kensley's memories, images of the empty caverns and hollows. The Empath doesn't miss the mournful tone of his voice, and the ache that settles around his once-frozen heart echoes within Aela as well. "Your son," she decides to ask, "Jamie is still there, yes?"
If he was, then perhaps her pale friend went West, the opposing direction of the East. (It never occurs to her that Beyza and her daughters might have gone North. Why would they?) It might not be such a hard thing to track them down, she thinks at first. If Aela tracked towards Tephra and the coast along Sylva, she might be able to catch a glimpse of her and her children through the memories of others. But then she scowls, remembering that Tephra had come under the watch of her brother Gale. Tephra was becoming known as a kingdom of shadows and she doubted that her old friend's Magic would have allowed her to stay there.
Still feeling Kensley's sense of loss, Aela lightens it with a feeling of warmth that kindles between them both.
@kensley
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.