Aela is still adjusting to the notion of home. It had been explained to her when she had been young that Taiga was her home. They were to stay there (because unknown to her, there was an arrangement made between the woman who brought her into this life and her milk-mother). At the time, there had been a magical barrier in the North to protect them from some self-proclaimed terror that stalked at their borders. What Brennen had constructed to keep the Northerners safe from Wolfbane, Aela had angrily viewed as a cage.
And perhaps now, that is why she is so reluctant to call someplace home. Perhaps she thinks it might take on another term for a shackle.
But she had chosen Pangea. When they had come to attack Nerine, Aela had been impressed by their might. Not only did they boast gifted individuals among their ranks but they had Magicians as well and as the Nerinian coast was blasted, Aela could see the formations of a dream taking place. The barricade had fallen, the Northern Magician vanished and there had been Straia, commanding the sky, bringing down a wordless proclamation that even head-strong and strong-willed Aela would follow.
When Alucarda asks if Pangea is her home, Aela nods. Yes, she thinks. If she had to choose any place in Beqanna, it would be the land that had carved out a name for itself.
Just as she intended to do.
She decides then to send glimpses of the other images. Aela sends fragments of the attack on Nerine, of the way that a wall of water Magic crashed and the way that the air in the Northern kingdom vibrated with it (can Alucarda feel it, hammering against her chest?) Aela had chosen that place but she wants another to understand why because if the palomino actually achieves the future she wants for herself (and therefore extending to the others who help), she wants them to know what it is that they are involved in.
What it is they are coming from (and that is something that Aela sees when the buckskin girl shares it with her) and the brief glimpses of what they might aspire to. She means to find those like themselves - gifted, powerful, and not afraid to use those abilities - and to have them cultivate their craft. On her own, Aela's abilities are limited to sensing the memories and emotions that linger in the mind. But paired with others, well, Skandar had learned to take shapes from her memories. If Allucarda could use her talents to convince others, connected with herself and the shifter, what else might they accomplish?
The days are long and sweltering in Pangea. Aela doesn't hide that in her memories. The landscape is not a forgiving one and so she shares with the other girl that it won't be like her Den; there is no lush grass to frolic on, no attentive fairy for every whim and need. It will just be them and their wits and their ambition to set the limits on what they might achieve.
If this was something she wanted, Aela extended the quiet memory of a cave near the Hyalean mountains. The palomino turned towards the direction of Pangea and glanced back, speaking without words. Aela was willing to share it, with her. @[alucarda] only needed to agree and the buckskin could leave the Den behind.