The morning had gone by peacefully in the garden - Alysanne singing softly to Hemlock as she moved amongst the fresh garden, providing nutrients for the little herbs that needed as much help as they could get after being uprooted from their original sites. And peaceful was just where she wanted the day to stay. It was where she wanted every day to stay… but it was not where the day would end up. Throughout the forest echoed a sound she had hoped she would never hear: the sound of one of her friends, her family, in distress. Kahlua’s voice may not have been calling out her name, but it did not matter. Alysanne’s instincts would always be to follow such a note. She needed to make sure that her friend was okay, her heart already hammering in her chest. Hemlock would be safe here, in the garden, and she needed at least one part of her heart to be safe as she covered the short distance between where she was and where her friend’s voice had been directed from.

Quick hooves fumbled to a stop as she took in what waited for her there - the sight of Aurelia and Kahlua fighting. Or, Aurelia attacking and Kahlua trying to reason with her - to get it to stop. What possible reason could they have for this? Another step is taken, fully intending on intervening - throwing herself between any attack - when the movement of gold in the sky overhead challenged for her attention.

As much as she wanted to move forward and end whatever was happening, whatever had possessed Aurelia to do this (for she was certain Kahlua would not have instigated this fight) - that flash of gold was rapidly becoming a more pressing issue. Their great, golden king was in the sky and barrelling down towards the pair that were just starting their fight. Although she knew that he was swooping in to protect Kahlua, those great wings of hers unfurled and she was in the air - beating as furiously as she could to gain enough altitude to intercept him before he could run into the ground and hurt himself or someone else.

Gone was the soft, golden king with the kindly face. Gone were those gentle eyes that watched her as she tried to learn how to fight, guiding her movements. Instead was anger, an anger that burned so hot she wanted to flee before it, to never see such an expression again. And yet, an anger that made her want to get between it and anything she cared for. They needed to protect Kahlua, but not so recklessly. He knew better than that. He showed her better ways than that. “KAJ NO!” She screamed above the wind, green eyes rimmed in fear but remembering that he had taught her well. Taught her not to let the fear cause uncertainty. She feared more for him, for Kahlua, and even for Aurelia than she did for any bodily harm she might come to in getting him to stop.

Positioning herself between him and the fight she faced him head on - hovering for a moment to pause and call out again. “Please! You’ll only make things worse!!” She hated this, hated how stopping him from helping Kahlua was the right thing to do. And if Kahlua was hurt as a result, she would never forgive herself.

The muscles in her wings burned in anger - the lack of use in the past months catching up to her - but she pressed forward with the intention of closing the gap between them, of moving towards him as he moved towards the ground. If he built up enough momentum she wasn’t sure if she would be able to stop him completely, but maybe a flat out collision would deter him for a moment longer while she tried to think of something else.