Eventually, Fyr would come across something to be afraid of.
It was part of coming of age. He is still younger than she would have liked; there were still lessons she had to teach him. But he was a powerful child and that meant there would be consequences that came from those gifts. The loss of his innocence would eventually come, and as she listened to the sad story of the dead girl, Aela suspected that his had started before she came into his life.
She stands over him, and her neck covers his in a protective stance. It will do nothing against the monsters that she can't see — nor do very little against others like her Mad Magician brother — but it gives her some peace to be close to him now.
"Don't let them scare you," Aela tells her son, glancing to the open space where his newest playmate supposedly lingered. "You are the one summoning them," she continues on, trying to instill some confidence in Fyr. "And don't be afraid to remind them that you can send them back to wherever they came from." That particular skill might take some more harnessing, but Aela didn't doubt that he could learn it. He'd been an apt pupil from the beginning, just as she thought.
Aela suppresses the urge to tell the young buckskin that Obscene was never apparently happy about anything - he had one of the most powerful territories with some of the most gifted horses in Beqanna - and yet, she still caught him glancing towards Loess with an expression that looked like misery.
Her thoughts don't dwell on the Prince long, and she looks sharply down at the boy when he mentions meeting a stallion that looked like him. That had offered to help teach him how to use his powers and suspicion comes creeping Aela's slender spine while it colors her careful expression.
"What did he want in return?"
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Fyr