The mare ran, legs reaching forward with mane and tail dragging behind. She was not athlete, but today she ran without any effort. Her hooves barely seemed to contact the earth as she moved and not a sound but the whisper of wind was made. She moved with such grace because today she was made of mist and vapors, like she had crawled from the very heart of the World's Edge. Kahlua had seen Hellena appear from the mists like she was one with them, then reform into a solid mare. How she had wished to be able to do such a thing- make herself untouchable, yet beautiful and exotic. And, so it had happened, that she herself had turned into mist just by wishing.

Sometime throughout the past week, while the mare had been entertaining herself as a lady of the fog, Lord Sun had returned. Kahlua had never felt more joy than she did in that moment. Though the sun on the rising had forced her to squint and pained her eyes for a moment, the light that fell upon her warmed her body and her soul. Kahlua had not fared well in the darkness, so many things plaguing the mare in the shadows and blackness. So, she celebrated, first with her herd and then by running.

At first, the mare had not known where she was running or why she was running there- she just ran. Somewhere while she ran, though, it occurred to her where she wanted to go. So she cantered to the Foothills, skidding to a strangely silent stop, her body still made of water droplets and smoke. “Atka! Atka!” Her dancing voice called out, brightening the air as she looked around. “Where is the old man?” She laughed this time, the sound fit the radiant picture she made.

The mare waited impatiently, though she stood well back from the borders. She was not, and never would be, the sharpest tool in the shed, but she was smart enough to respect boundaries. She just simply could not help herself to come here. She had promised Atka so long ago that she would come and call out his name. He had promised her he would show her the land. Their meeting had been strange- Kahlua was so childish compared to the intellectual, elk-like stallion- but she still would like to call him friend and it had been months since they met at the Thistle Meadow. As she waited now, she swayed from side to side, wanting to just burst into a gallop and enter the land to find the stallion herself. Would he even recognize her, made of the mists, she wondered? She could not say. Eager, the mare nickered again and tried to settle herself into patience.

OOC| I know Atka is an adoptable now, but Kahlua doesn't :) She's using her herd champion magic, just so you know, where members of the Edge are allowed to spontaneously turn into mist for the month. Open to whoever <3

.KAHLUA