The caution within her easily and readily dissipated. Within moments the mare was standing in the doorway, her body nearer to his own. In such a short period of time the air around them had lightened considerably. No more tension. No more awkwardness or caution. Just a pleasant meeting of two rather friendly strangers. Miykael's smile grew, endlessly pleased that she didn't turn from him in fear. It wasn't that long ago, after all, that his mere presence terrified others - even Alysanne had feared him when she found out what he was. Leaving Nocturne had changed him; he was a demon no longer and thus such old fears were pointless - a waste of energy.

Here, in Helovia, he is harmless. For that alone, he was grateful.

When she speaks, he breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, good!" It would have, after all, taken a long time for him to forgive himself had he disrupted the peace of his new home or cause anyone to have heart palpitations or... worse yet, a heart attack. He hadn't really thought of how his call would be interpreted or how they would react. Everything that he had witnessed thus far had been so peaceful that the thought that there might be any tension or reason for caution had never even come close to entering his mind - hadn't even floated near it, in fact. In reality, Miykael knew enough of strife and enough of the flaws of living beings that he should have known that this wasn't the absurdly peaceful land he had written it off to be. There would always be fighting, always.

Her bright smile caught his attention almost immediately. Her joy, apparent upon his declaration that he was a new recruit, was boundless. It reminded him of Alysanne. The purity, the sweetness, the childlike excitement over something so simple and ordinary as meeting someone new - all matched his memories of Alysanne. In a way, it pulled him to her - not as a lover but as a friend. Miykael felt compelled to protect Kahlua the same way he has and always will protect Alysanne. He felt compelled to keep her safe and shield her from any and all harm. "Oh! There is nothing to forgive." She was only doing her job as a member of the Edge, after all - how could he possibly blame her? Without hesitation the Pegasus moves forward to step through the opening in the wall. Miykael stops near her, though not so close as to plant the seeds of discomfort. His goal is to make friends, after all, not creep out everyone he meets. "I did!" he exclaims joyously. "It reminds me so much of where I was born - especially the fields."

Miykael cannot help but to close his eyes and reminisce - feeling the golden warmth of the sun upon his face and the golden field grasses tickling his legs, little else existed there aside from the peaceful twittering birds and the friendly chatter of the herd. Exhaling softly, the memories fade away and dissipate into darkness. His memories of that time are few and far between anymore, so much has been forgotten. He turns his gaze back to Kahlua then and with a gentle curiosity, he speaks. "Are there many dangers here?" The wall would suggest as much though it was certainly controversial to his experiences thus far.

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