I would like that, but... She hung eagerly on his words, almost leaning forward as if he might whisper the last ones and she was afraid to miss whatever it is he would say. 'But what?' she wondered, dense mind lost in her own carefree life. She'd never turned down an opportunity to visit another herd land and even if he didn't want to stay... well, what harm could coming to the borders do? Politics. She was an idealist, a child that wanted to live in a world of fluffy bunnies and cotton candy. She had once asked someone 'what makes someone strive for evil?' She never did get her answer. But she wasn't a philosopher by any stretch of the imagination anyway, and the question had soon been forgotten with the blowing wind.

As for the owl... Kahlua was admittedly a little disappointed when Irma did nothing more but stare at her. She was so used to companions preening or otherwise showing delight at her compliments, but perhaps that was just the way of owls. She had never really met one before. And then finally, it seemed like ages to the eager girl, he agreed. Hesitantly, perhaps, but Kahlua more or less ignored the overtones- if on purpose or through childish lack of understanding was up for debate. Blame herself? Kahlua didn't even blame the world. Things happened, things would be what they would be, and she would dance through life regardless, perhaps with a few tears shed along the way to make herself feel better, if they were needed.

“Well come on then!” Could she have sounded any happier? Doubtful. After all, she had (in her mind) saved a depressed, lost wanderer from a life of solitude. And what was it that Resplendence had thought? Does the girl ever stop bouncing? Sort of. Yes, in that she did know how to hold still for a few moments if need; but no, in that when she was happy... you knew it. She took off at a trot, her gait springy and light, as they went alternating to a walk when she got tired or needed a break. Poor Mauja. What had he gotten himself in to?

As they made their way to the Edge, the girl busied herself with talking about nonsense that the unicorn probably care nothing about at all, but it was all part of Kahlua's charm. She'd gotten pretty good at filling the time it took to go places with stories of this and that, just light conversation about nothing important at all, owing to how many newcomers she had 'saved' from the Threshold. But at least she was happy just to hear her own voice. If Mauja didn't have much to add, she wouldn't be offended. She never was.

So soon enough the pair, if Mauja had not fully regretted his decision to follow the woman-child and left to go somewhere less.... noisy, came to the woods that led up to the Edge. They were still far back from the wall, Kahlua could not even see the glittering of the thing on the horizon yet, but she knew it was there and she was as eager as ever to see it, to show off her handiwork, to say to the spotted unicorn (whom she was growing less concerned about with every passing moment) 'Look what I did!' Since he had first said it, she hadn't thought once about the rest of her herd not wanting him there or them blaming her for anything. What was there to be concerned about? “Just a little ways now. You'll love the wall, I just know it!”

OOC| They're still very far back from the wall, they can't even see it, so perhaps give them some time to get closer before thread-crashing, where it would make more sense for the guards to be patrolling, if you plan on coming :)