It takes some getting used to, this talking thing.
But Aela smiles happily up at Beyza, happy to learn it for the sake of her friend. Even if the syllables on her tongue feel like her newborn legs might have once had. It's a puzzle for her though, trying to imagine why her Magical friend and her sister would have ventured to Taiga. The perplexion at that furrows on her petite brow but she listens as @[Beyza] tells her about her only venture into the Northern forest.
The confusion between the pair only grows but Aela knows exactly who the white filly is speaking of.
She frowns. "A bea-beard?" she asks, trying out the unfamiliar word. It takes her a moment to understand what she is speaking about and Aela imagines the rather large stallion from Taiga. She projects the memory between them: the horned horse with the golden star on his chest and the glowing mane. "Oh you mean the hair - the goatee," she says, remembering her mother once called it a beard. (Some horse had called it a goatee once when she had been small and Aela had liked that term better.) Shrugging her delicate shoulders, she dismisses any remaining fragments of the memory that might still be lingering about. "I don't think they like anybody very much."
That was the only conclusion that Aela could come to. Beyza becomes the physical proof of that. What was there to dislike?
It is just one more reason for her to dislike Taiga. Aela has little love for a place that would confine her. It threatened to stifle her spirit and that was something the almost-palomino would not tolerate. She was not a thing made for stifling.
"The trees are too tall," she says and looks to the pines that line the edge of the Meadow. "They smother the sky and the Northerners are too...," she starts speaking too fast and has to slow herself to prevent her tongue from tangling (and attempting to find the right word), "quiet."
An ear flicks towards Beyza and her projection and the hazy visions of Pangea fill the space between them. She sees the cliffs and the caves and the canyons. But it's what she sees at the end that fascinates her: "what are those?" The monsters, she means when Aela looks back to the Magician with awe widening her blue eyes. They look wild and wonderful and more imaginative than any memory she could ever hope to find.