Despite the indifference that the winged stallion so casually wears, Aela can see something flickering in the earthy tones of his eyes. She doesn't expect him to know all the places that she is speaking of, but she does recognize the spark when Hyaline is mentioned. Did he have a history with the place? Aela casts another cursory glance over the beast, wondering if took another shape besides this one.
Was he a shapeshifter?
Aela learns that he is able to maintain the mask. When she raises her head from the running water, the mighty brute merely blinks in response to the infiltration of his mind. She watches him a moment longer, wondering if he might show ire or fear or some other emotion that she might manipulate. But he holds his own against Aela, and the little palomino decides that if has no place to belong, he would fit in nicely among her wildflowers.
They could always use more capable bodies.
She listens as he talks about the land that he came from. Solaria, a name that Aela tucks away, amongst names like Terrastella and Paraiso. A land far beyond the sea that surrounded Beqanna, like so many others.
What is more interesting than the land itself is the mention of something and the keen edge of blue holds Cassiell's gaze. She listens that something had been powerful enough to sink an entire continent, and the only kind of power that Aela can equate that to is Magic. The sea swallowed the land entirely, and she wonders if such a thing could happen to Beqanna.
Perhaps.
Nothing is endless.
(Though she doesn't doubt Beqanna would emerge as something else. Nothing is endless, but nothing is always the same.)
"Hyaline stole a Northern prince," Aela reveals, moving forward in their game by stepping away from the creek. She could leave it there, having technically answered the pegasus' question. But her mouth curves when she glances back to the winged stallion, "My brothers turned a family quarrel into a political one." It reveals something about Aela - that she has ties to both places - but also offers a glimpse to the bigger scope of Beqanna: that most horses here were tied to each other in one way or another.
"This Solaria," she goes on to ask, "do you have any idea why it sunk?" Lifting her refined head towards her companion, she elaborates. "Ire of the Gods? Wayward magic from a Magician?"
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Cassiell