Perhaps that was why the girl could get away with being so open, so friendly, so involved with everyone around her. She did not have to worry about holding others at a distance to keep her heart from being stabbed. The girl's heart was like jello, taking the picture wounds, but healing back together soon enough. Her memory was short, for the most part. Of course, she did not forget the terrors she felt when she was attacked or otherwise, but it faded over time, and eventually her memories were not painful any longer, they just were what they were. Even when Antheia, as good a friend as she had ever had, had jumped from the cliff, Kahlua had not retained the pain very long. She remembered it, and the splashing of the waves still sent her to thinking of it from time to time, but somehow her young heart did not feel too injured by the memory. It was probably for the better. It is doubtful the girl could survive a lifetime of grief.

There's no place I can go, really, he mentioned as she was sky watching and it sent her mind to thinking, nobs turning and twisting (or trying to at least), but whatever she had been worrying about was soon enough forgotten. The unicorn, Mauja, laughed and Kahlua felt a giggle slip from her mouth as well, the sound like the tinkering of wind chimes in the sun. She was a brilliantly vibrant character and she really couldn't hold it in for very long, even in the presence of the unicorn that she was still, admittedly, a little frightened of.

And then her heart melted, because she was a sucker for such love and connections, as Mauja claimed that he was Irma's and her heart ached. She wanted that. She needed it. She had friends, she had the Edge, and surely she pestered her family members about as often as they would let her, with stories of nothing and endless chatter of this and that. But to have someone all to herself, to have a companion that was with her day and night, that shared a bond with her, that knew what she thought and she what it thought. Her heart danced to think that she such a thing could ever happen. She hoped.

“Irma,” she repeated with a smile and a relatively deep nod of her head. “Hello!” And with that she couldn't contain it anymore, the thoughts that she had been thinking earlier came back to her head, demanding attention, and this time she gave it to them. Could he really be so bad, a unicorn as he was? He loved his little Irma, didn't he? How could something evil know such a thing? “You could come home with me, you know... if you wanted.” She was hesitant at first, voice quiet as she looked upon him, but she suddenly grew more excited. “Its safe. I- We have a wall! You could see it!” Her eyes were eager as carried on, thoughts of her glass barrier dancing in her head. She loved it, after all. Who wouldn't want to live in a home with such a grand masterpiece? She couldn't even imagine.