Had she been any other mare, any other horse really, the stallion's words to her as she ran would have thrown up every red flag there was. Take me there, he suggested, along with a flurry of other words, but Kahlua didn't think the request strange at all. How many days had she spent in the Throat? Enough to know she enjoyed the warm sands. It was not her home, but she had friends there. If she was allowed there, why not bring her friends home? She understood the idea of borders well enough, it just never occurred to her that they were meant to keep more than just enemies at bay. For a friend to one does not mean a friend to all. It was a lesson the mare was yet to learn.

As she rose from her bow and spoke, Kahlua looked to the stallion and saw almost a reflection of herself. Even this strange and seemingly stoic stallion seemed awed by the mere idea that the gods could be watching them now. As he reached out towards her shoulder to nudge her, she accepted the gesture with a warm, guttural purr, her body reverberating quietly with the noise. Somehow needing the strength that the stallion was providing her, Kahlua could not help but sidle closer to him. What she really wanted to do was press up against his side, feel the warmth of his skin against hers and find comfort in the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. She restrained herself. Even she, silly as she was, doubted the stallion would want her entire body pressed up against his own.

As he lifted his head into the ever-rising sun, Kahlua closed her eyes. She could not say why, but it seemed appropriate in the moment. She had brought this upon herself, of course, the unsureness. She was with a stallion she had just met hours ago. She was in a land she didn't belong in. And she was childish because she had never had a mentor to teach her otherwise. The shrines of the gods were for scholars; but, perhaps there was something here for her yet. Goddess of the Moon, he called out and she listened to him preach to the sky and rising sun. “My Lady,” she followed his words softly, though she could not say what need she had from the goddess.

As she fell silent, the wind picked and blew between the shrines. It picked up her mane and whipped it about her head for a moment, leaving the tendrils far more tangled than the usually well-groomed mare preferred. Kahlua did not know if there was meaning to the blast of wind, but she also didn't stop to think about it. “What would you say to her?” She spoke to him, but continued to look at Lady Moon's shrine with expectant eyes. After a moment, she closed her eyes and scrunched her forehead up, trying to figure out what she would say, should the lady appear.

Soon enough, with the shrines silent as ever, her mind wandered back to the words that Skywalker had spoken to her earlier, about visiting her home in the Edge. As she began to speak, she turned once more to look at the stallion, her blues eyes watching him kindly. “Where do you live?” Her voice remained appropriately solemn for the situation. She did not ask out of maliciousness, there was no such feeling in her body for the stallion. Even her original thoughts of how unsettling he was had begun to melt away. In reality, she asked because she felt that someday she would want to find the stallion again, and she would not know where to find him.

@[Skywalker]- Yay! All my tests are done finally! Sorry!
@[Official]- If there is time, we wondered if we could request a roll to speak with the Godess of the Moon. Neither of us intend to request magic. If there's no time, that's alright too ^.^ Also, sorry, didn't know how else to ask.