The first star emerges, much like they do in the night sky. The Seneschal is quiet — observant as she always when fascinated — and then it's joined by others. Aela has seen similar Magic before and knows that these small pieces of the sky are simply cosmetic. They (disappointingly) do little more than shine.
But its not the stars that hold her interest.
Its the way that the soul re-enters the body. What had been crumpled and broken a moment before is suddenly revitalized. The dappled filly comes yelling back to life and wastes no time screaming at her winged son. Aela smirks, clearly enjoying the interaction between mother and child. Neverwhere remains on the ground, apparently not eager to rejoin the Afterlife again.
Aela glances sideways at her half-brother, the first time impressed with his iniative. It was for twisted reasons that didn't align with the Pampas — his mother wasn't remarkably talented or beautiful — but she had been a former Nerinian queen. And as she stares dispatioinately down at the young filly, she remembers that she had been particularly beloved by Lilliana.
Something that will find no favor with the Pampaiian Seneschal.
A golden ear flicks towards Wherewolf before her lovely head follows. He's right in the sense that the red mare of Taiga would come looking for her companion. The two were rarely seen without the other in the North. But what he says next is a pleasant surprise, and it shows by spilling out in a bright chime of laughter. "You sent her to Tephra." Aela said, unable to hide her amusement as she looked back down to Neverwhere.
Would Gale murder her?
It was a wonderful thought.
"Wolfey, you wicked, wicked thing."
They doused your soul in water,
but the flames raged higher.
And they called you devil's daughter,
such a pretty liar.
@Wherewolf