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04-23-2014, 04:39 PM
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It never took Kahlua long to hear Resplendence's voice carrying through the air. Perhaps she had some special, innate sense at knowing when the Moon Doctor needed help, or perhaps it was just that she craved time with her friend too greatly. Whatever the reason, Kahlua's head perked at the call of her councilwoman. Gathering up her little metal scorpion, as she liked the things company, she picked up an easy trot and headed towards the borders, spying Valiance in the sky not too long after, and in the end following him with curiosity and enthusiasm as he herded them all to the caves. Truth be told, the queen was not entirely happy to be back in the area. She had left in a hurry the first time and had no desire to return. Still... She had left her basket down there, and Res' box was in the shadows as well. Both were needed. Once more, Kahlua would have to face her fears. But as members of her herd slipped down the ramp into the darkness, Kahlua found that she could not stay above and be a coward- as much as she would have liked to. Taking a deep breath, the queen stepped forward and slid down into the familiar hell hole, cringing as the darkness wrapped around her. She doubted she would ever get rid of the memory of the beast that attacked her and Res in these caverns- it just couldn't be done. Shaking off the dust that settled onto her coat, Kahlua stood still until her eyes adjusted, seeing that Res had already found her box. Now Kahlua only had to find her basket- she was so glad Res had saved it for her in the first place. Nickering happily to her family, the queen began to wander around the edges of the room, searching crevice and shadows until she found the basket, kicked way into some corner, the handle chipped and scratched, but it mostly none the worse for its travels across the land. Grasping it in her mouth, Kahlua couldn't help but smile at the way it chimed when it hit the glass of the chest harness that Dragomir had so lovingly crafted for her. Between her hears, the scorpion creaked and whined in the darkness, eventually crawling down to sit within the basket instead of on her head. Making her way back towards her friends, Kahlua set her basket down and nodded. “Well then,” she chuckled, though somewhat muted from her usual flamboyance. “How do we lift it up?” Here Comes The Sun |
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for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
