If Aela had known about the shared blood between them (though his glimmering gold stripes certainly caught her attention), she would have scowled even in this dream world. Her relations - apart from Reave - were irritatingly everywhere; It would seem they reproduce faster than rabbits and every time she turns around, there is another one claiming their blood and skewing her ascension to greatness.
To know that she couldn't escape them even in her dreams would have infuriated her even more than the indignant stallion did now by deeming her 'foolish'.
But the Seneschal has always been a consummate actress and slips into the role easily (at least until she has a better understanding of where she is, of what she is dealing with). She schools her expression - a skill that has taken her many years and several varying situations - enough that as she lifts her blazed head, her eyes widen at the sight of the Tephran volcano exploding and then the way that he brings out the stars and the moon. Her nostrils flare and she takes a high step back away from the brute, giving her earlier bravado an appearance of necessity.
That to be bold had been her only choice, because otherwise she might have just shaken with fear.
"I was looking for a...," she pauses and turns her lovely face towards the still-erupting volcano as the lava streamed down its peak. It begins to slow and there is a familiar tug in her mind, a feeling not unlike the moments she had shared with magicians like Beyza and her brother Gale. She frowns. "A friend." Perhaps not the most appropriate name for Skandar, but it suited well enough in this moment. (A feigned story of a friend searching for a missing one, driven out of desperation and worry.) This was a dream and while Aela has had them often enough, she isn't entirely sure of this one or the red-and-gold pegasus glaring at her as they both become illuminated by the silver blue light of the full moon.
"What are you doing in my dream?" she asks tentatively, choosing this question over a myriad of others.
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@lannister