Startled by the winged stallion's protective motion, Kahlua almost stumbled over herself to move backwards. At Resplendence's words he calmed, though, and Kahlua moved herself forward again. As the fallen angel began to speak, Kahlua listened and then tilted her head almost in confusion. No tournament. But if there was no tournament what was I doing? Almost before she could think the words she had her answer. Invasion. Kahlua's eyes widened. She had smelled the strange scent on the winds, but having never been north she did not know the scent of the violent supremacists. War. She shuddered and swung her nose around, touching the bleeding wound with her nose. It stung, but her disbelief overshadowed the pain. When she turned back around the fallen angel was nosing her way under the wing of her savior stallion.

Resplendence was speaking again, though Kahlua could not hear them and would not have bothered to try. Her nose was wet and sticky with blood from her thigh laceration. Nothing was in her head, she was in shock. She had never considered a war. Are you daft? Strong words pulled her from her contemplations and she instinctively lowered her ears. His harsh words scared her- she had just left one fight, was she to be in another? As the stallion finished his sentence Kahlua backed up readily once again, her rump crashing into the trunk of one of the trees. This only served to frighten her more and she tossed her head to the heavens wildly; however, the commanding but kindly words of the WingLeader brought her back from her moment of chaos,.

Cool your head, Aaron the voice demanded. The words were not meant for her, but she breathed in deeply anyways. Remember Onni, she thought to herself. Her painted friend from the Throat was her beacon when she was frightened, always. Several deep breaths brought her head down and her ears up, though her heart still beat too rapidly to be a resting pace. Looking to the commanding stallion, listening to his words, she found some strange comfort. Something in her felt that he would protect her, no matter what- that she was safe near him.

Regardless of whether she was safe of not, her wheeling emotions were beginning to take a toll on her. Closing her eyes, though keeping her ears pinned on Aaron for more sounds of aggression, she tried to relax and let some of her stress go. Hearing movement, she opened her eyes just in time to see the WingLeader extend his wing and bow in welcome. She nodded deeply in response, listening to his words with rapt attention. The Aurora Basin and the Windtossed Foothills. She sighed, having been rather unaware of the alliance between the two.

Somewhere in the midst of the chaotic meeting Quilyan spoke, though she barely had time to register them. Her own words were falling out of her mouth, almost in disbelief. “I drove one of them off...” For once, she had done something for the greater good, something that did not just benefit herself. She looked briefly at her laceration before continuing. “My apologies, Aaron... I should have known.” She did not know how she could have known, but she also knew the name Aaron was the name of one of the Glaziers, the leader of her own craft. All she wished now was to appease him. “And Resplendence,” she paused to look to the fallen angel. Before she could finish her thoughts another's voice sang out over the trees, hey sugar, and Kahlua stiffened to the sound. This meeting was far too much up-and-down for her emotions.

.KAHLUA