She glances to the side at @[Beyza] and her blue eyes catch the pale gaze of the other mare. The tug she feels towards the other pulls a smile from Aela and she can't help but share: "It is." Aela thinks this so completely - so assuredly - that there is no room for anything but her certainty that there could be no better place in Beqanna than Pangea.
It was a land supposedly rife with terrors; with fire-breathers and dragons, a history of the Dark God ripping it apart to create its bottomless ravines, with supposed monsters and terrors that the weaker minds crafted from fearful imaginations. It was full of wild wonders (at least to her) and Aela was coming to appreciate the way this place for the way that it was perceived and what existed beyond the borders that so few seemed to cross.
The layers of Pangea went deeper than just canyons that cut across the fierce landscape.
At the mention of the armored-creatures, she nods. She's seen them but as with some of the other inhabitants, Aela has kept a respectable distance. Her first sighting of the armored-beings had created such a strong memory that Aela has used it once or twice. A coy smile graces her pale lips and she shares it with Beyza now (a memory colored with awe and admiration): the fluid motion of a knife tail slicing the air, the proud crowns of their heads, the curious language they used (Aela's favorite; their chatter is something she finds fascinating). "I have," she thinks to the white Magician.
Aela frowns slightly and a crease mars her golden brow as she realizes, "though not recently." Her last glimpse of the creatures had been in the dark but that was back when day and night still existed. "Do you know much about them?" she wonders. Was it common for them to be absent from the borders so long?