Time spent in the herdlands had ticked on too long, and Kaj was more than aware of the fact that he had a tendency to linger inside the borders past healthy limitations. Kahlua was a sparrow seeking migration of a constant nature, but the golden king was in contrast a boulder, permanent and unmovable. Lunar celebrations had been the only reprieve from duty and mingling in countless melding fortnights. The island beckoned, yet the siren call was too frail upon Kaj's conscience to sway his presence from the misted lands he ruled over. Yet with Evangeline's suggestions a swarm of butterflies in his brain, Kaj became aware that travel may aid him best in the pursuit of answers still elusive to him concerning the patched maiden in rule beside him.

Pale primaries extended like switchblades revealing themselves from gleaming silver cases, intent and purposeful. Flight was naturally impeded by the closely knit growth of trees that composed the forest of the cliffside, and stretching was limited further to scattered clearings or the task of venturing beyond the skeleton of the glass wall to the lands beyond. Patrols were the only reprieve, when majestic wings could lift massive frame off the earth and into the embrace of the sky where it belonged. Longing for the kiss of cool breezes and warm currents only furthered the tentative desires to explore, to depart for once from the herd he kept such insistent careful eye upon. A sigh and a budding grin was all the sign of decisiveness any roaming kin might have spied, the king turning the giant mass of his frame to pound his hooves against earth at a strict tempo, letting the wind catch beneath pale golden wings like a canopy and lifting him away from the troubles of the crown.

Bliss was well-lived, due to lengthy travel across the melding colors of Helovia in autumn, the miles stretching wide from his home to the mystical island the Gods had crafted for purposes of peace. By the hour when pale cobalt irises fell upon the clouded outskirts of the island, muscles stringing through marginal coverts were aching pleasantly, shoulders joyfully sore with the freedom of flight. Hardened umber hooves thudded upon the earth in thundering announcement of his arrival, majestic appendages flaring up in a groan worthy stretch before shuffling and curling to caress his side in a militaristic fashion.

Exploration would have to wait however, for as the dust cleared from his landing, a hulking form in the distance was deemed familiar, a name resonating in his mind. Archibald. Snorting at the still present dust the king strode forth on hefty limbs to greet the giant, delft irises gleaming on an expanse of white gold as he approached his Captain. A ghost of a smile, knowing the Dauntless to be one for brotherhood like Kaj rather than the flowery useless pastime of small talk.

"Hail, Dauntless. Are you well this eve?" Deep voice rumbled forth towards the equine, genuinely interested. He had not taken the time to familiarize himself with the stallion that had proven himself worthy of his Captain status, the one who had jerked him to the earth with earthen magic in his fury. Archibald was certainly a fine stag, one Kaj greatly respected and was grateful to have as his right hand and Captain of his warriors.