Kahlua had returned to her home out of a sense of duty and honor, in that she needed to make sure her home was safe and those who had chosen not to come to the island were not in need of any services she could offer. Of course, that didn’t mean that she was particularly happy there. Oh, it was nice enough, certainly, and she had been gifted with the presence of the massive owl, but she had longed to return to the island for many days now. Finally, she had been able to escape. But then, was escape the word she really should have been thinking in relation to her herd? Perhaps not, but she couldn’t help how she felt.

It was nearing sunset when the paint finally reached the island, feeling the familiar comfortable feeling of the cloud locking her hooves in place and lifting her from the ground. In her mouth was the basket she had been carrying with her continuously for the last month, her collection of feathers, metal scorpion, and the music box still settled in the bottom but the dragon egg that she had been gifted conspicuously absent. Instead, the fledgling creature rode upon her back, his feathered wings stretched out to feel the air brush against him. He was, in fact, perfectly capable of flying, but he loved being close to the Sunshower and rarely left her back unless she did something that disturbed him to flight.

As for Kahlua herself, she was still trying to come to terms with the relationship. Having a companion was like having her very own best friend, someone she could talk to whenever she wanted, someone she could be close to, cuddle with, press against, and yet… While she loved being near to him and having him around, she was still not so keen on letting him into her mind. It was a sense of closeness and entrapment that she was not yet ready to commit herself to. But the beast was patient, even as a young mind, ancient even from the day he was born, and he would wait until she was ready. He was gentle and he had a lifetime to spend with her.

Stepping off on the island, Kahlua spoke aloud to the little blue. She still refused to speak to him in her mind, not daring to reinforce the mental bond that was clearly linking them. “Where do you think she is, little one?” her blue eyes scanned the horizon. At least he would receive mental stimulation in hearing her voice- he would not be neglected, that was for certain. “Bellona!” she called out, wandering slowly in the large common area that separated all the tents. She knew not where she would find the peahen, but she felt certain it would be easy enough to see the rainbow of colors that adorned her side. “We’ll find her, little friend,” she said, determined enough to thank the bird for what she had done.


@[Bellona]

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