He’s coming back from the Threshold with more vines when some terrible commotion catches his ears, drawing him towards the sound not only with the sheer volume of the shouting but also because of the name cast in the wind - Kaj. An ear cocks back and brows rise quizzically as the young crafter turns and walks towards the area it seems all this hubbub is arising from, vines draped over his shoulders and swaying gentle in the sweeping wake of his steps.

It seems the voice he’d heard bellowing was some tall, dark stallion of equine heritage, who Dragomir eyes nervously mostly because he’s one of those men who carries himself with all his weaponry out in the open, a dragon of a man, ironically followed by a supremely fluffy wolf like animal with a curled tail and pretty russet and white fur. The warrior is glaring up into the sky, which sends his blue eyes there, first, rather than to the gaggle of beings on ground level with him, and so he misses the battle between the Queen and the pegasus, seeing only his King like a golden bullet whipping through the heavens as two females rise to challenge his charge.

His confusion grows. Alysanne is not the sort to assault her king, and while Semira had shown signs of being emotional enough to explode, it doesn’t seem like a thing either of the two would be doing. And so he stares, really hard. So hard his head starts to hurt, broad eyes nervously looking over to the dark stallion as if to ask what in the fuck before he hears the crackling of flames, a blur catching his eyes as they sweep towards Archibald.

Kahlua.

There is no time to be offended or wounded that she has called for Kaj, no time to dwell on his heartache or that he has spent many days avoiding the painted Queen. He’s happened in at the exact moment that the poor woman has realized that she’s killed the idiot’s snake, and rather than being glad that she’s defeated the friend of her enemy she responds in a most Kahlua way by squalling about like a child.

Dragomir’s eyes grow wider, the infuriated Aurelia approaching with all the swiftness of a starved, recently poked in the eye tiger…

And Kahlua goes down, swaying for a few moments after the hoofs impact her head. All the composure he’d held together in his shock is quite suddenly falling apart as he hears the thud of her body against the grass, remembering a much more gentle tumble down so many months ago after she’d finished the wall.

His eyes narrow as he looks at the white and gold mare, the stupid one who had challenged a sweet and innocent woman so well loved by her kin and who had subsequently lost a part of her soul for it. His frame shakes, each muscle trembling as he attempts to hold himself back, teeth gritting tightly against one another and groaning under the pressure as he takes measure and memory of every inch of the pegasus should he have to hunt her down for killing his love.

But his Queen is rising, hope with it in his chest, and he feels such pride for his sweet Kahlua that she is so brave and strong for her people; he knows that this is something she must do, and that she has actually risen to meet the challenge further proves the wisdom of their Goddess and people.

The last few moments of the battle aren’t as intense as they were when he first arrived, the stallion watching it all unfold with faith that the Moon had already shown she would punish the idiot mare for assaulting the Sunshower (she had, after all, lent Kahlua the strength to maim her very core) and that justice would be repaid by his own hooves, if nothing else. He listens to the closing words of the stupid bitch after she picks up the limp body of her companion, ears pinning back atop his head as he snorts angrily into the air, turning away from the scene before Kahlua can notice he is there, before he has to talk with her about the things he never wishes to feel again.

He is glad she is alive, yes.

But in many ways… perhaps it would have been better if it had not been so.

Let Kaj help her, this time, he sourly (and childishly) thinks, breaking the memory of protecting her while she slept into a thousand pieces, dropping one with each step he took away from her.


[ OOC: it's sooo bad omg :( ]


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