It was the owl's cry that finally drew her attention to the stallion, blue eyes searching for sometime across the field. It was a few moments later that his white coat materialized among the green and purple of the field. The very first thing she thought of when she saw him was Illynx- not for any particular reason other than that he was a unicorn. Her heart froze, lodging in her throat, muscles stiffening as she stared him down, his approach continuing despite her binding fear. Illynx had attacked her in this very field, a dance on the ice that Kahlua tried her best to forget. It had been her first taste of racism in Helovia, not weeks after her arrival, and it had immediately affected the way she thought of the horned inhabitants of the land.

But the next thing she thought of was Kaj and his harsh reprimand for Kahlua verbally assaulting a unicorn that had shown up on the Edge's borders, just outside their wall. He had called her racist, no better than the unicorns of the north that would berate the equines, and the girl's heart had broken at the thought that he should think such terrible things of her. But she trusted the stallion's judgment, her own simple mind incapable of forming such logical arguments, and she decided then and there that she was going to right the wrongs that she had committed. She would have to find Torleik to do such, but perhaps she could start here, with this stallion.

So, instead of letting herself drown in fright, the girl tried to conjure images of Lena in her head, a friendly soul she had met upon the frozen wasteland beyond the borders of the Basin. Not all unicorns are bad, not all unicorns are bad, she chanted to herself, moving into a trot that was both hesitant and bouncy at the same time.

As she came closer to him, Kahlua smiled kindly enough, halting so that she could nod her head to him and call out. “Hello friend!” Some might have thought the girl was trying to convince the stallion to be peaceful on this day, by calling him friend, but the girl did not think in such a way, the words simply a way to break the silence. “I'm Kahlula, Glazier of the World's Edge. And you?” Her blue eyes danced over his coat, taking in his spotted hide, the back corner's of her mind sent off to thoughts of her brother, though they were quickly lost in the chaotic nothingness that existed in Kahlua's skull.