Kaj

The Stormbringer

Kahlua

The Sunshower

For one day, he has been given peace. It is pleasant to be busy, the King enjoys it far more than he should. He loves his people, takes enjoyment from aiding them in any way he can, including surveying the borders awaiting a new brother or sister desiring entrance into his lands. New family members were always welcomed and cherished, so long as they came with good intentions and open minds. Kahlua advocated peace without war, but Kaj did not abide by such laws. He was a soldier from birth, he had fought and he had killed, he had won peace. Peace was not spoken of, it was won. And it hurt, and it created loss and grief, but in the end, the period that would come lasted longer and was sweeter after all the effort placed into it. He was a fighter.

He is newly awakening, moist soil and growing greenery familiar and beautiful as he breathed in. Rolls as he climbs to his hooves, stretches his wings like an eagle embracing the skies above. It was a beautiful morn, one he was ready to enjoy after such a good sleep. Mane shakes, soft as down on large golden shoulders, blinking slowly, leisurely. Moving slow and purposefully, enjoying the warmth of birdsong lazily piercing the veil of the mists to play upon his canvas with purpose and a promise of better days. Warmer days. Shakes the dirt and clinging vegetation, too loose for the roots that are so feeble now in the newly awakening soil, from the surface of his vessel.

As he sets out, stretching limb and mind alike, he chuckles disbelievingly and shakes his head with a half-grin. Ah, it seemed he would not be lounging about. But he is not one to avoid responsibility. Then again, is he one to lounge in the first place? Perhaps he's simply not meant to take days off, he'd likely grow bored and return to work within minutes. It's not a song he recognizes, but it's similarly not foreign. Known, but not overly so. Head lifts and his own pours free, an echo of his soul, a song meant only for the caller's ears. It promises his swift arrival, should she be patient enough to await him. It did not sound to urgent, as it touched his harks, and he was newly softened by sleep and the awakening from it.

Shaking all about once more, he smiles to himself and tucks his wings close, long legs powerful and swift as they stride across the soft soil. She is not far, and while he moves he thinks, pondering upon whom it is that calls him on this late, beautiful morning. When no answer is forthcoming in his memory, he merely lets it pass, inhaling deep and strong. Such a familiar scent, bright and sharp in his senses. Invigorating in its state, yet soothing in its familiarity. Trees break and thin around him, flashes of a canvas strangely similar to their Queen's, sun brightening and outlining her slim form in a halo of pale gold. She is certainly a sight. And with her features before him, her King recalls her name; Alysanne, the kindly healer beneath his aardbei's command.

"Alysanne," he greets warmly, voice deep but soothing, meant only to calm her instead of displaying the power it was quite capable of. "Apologies if I'm tardy, I had slept in a little late," a chuckle shakes his chest as he draws it up and wide, habitual and subconscious in both movements. Glancing about he does not see anything nor anyone that demands his immediate attention. Especially if so deep within the herdland. Curiosity flows over his features and he quirks a brow at her, smile still soft and patient. "Have you need of me, my beautiful sister?" Compliment flows easily, unassumingly, from his tongue. It is meant only to awaken in her a better feeling, for compliments were not only appreciated but well-deserved- in Kaj's perhaps biased opinion- in the case of every single maiden within his lands. Perhaps even a few handsome stallions, he thought with a hidden giggle.

@[Alysanne] so sorry for the wait!