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The Sunshower tried to assess her emotions as she watched this stranger across the border, this face she hadn’t seen in months and seasons, but grasp as she might at straws with descriptors, she could not find one that fit. Angry? No, that wasn’t exactly right. She was happy to see him, in her own right. Glad, then? But that was wrong too, because there was no joy in her that could bring a smile to her face. Worried? Maybe, but she knew Kaj would protect her should this beast ever turn on her and attempt to become a usurper. Sad? No, that was wrong too. The straw she kept trying to find was nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found, but perhaps it was more a thought than an emotion that was troubling her. The return of the winged draft brought thoughts and memories of the Dragon Heart, whom Kahlua had seen in her ferocious gold-scaled form. Kaj or not, there would be no fending off the midnight queen when she returned to the Edge. The crown that had been granted to her by the very Moon Goddess herself would be stolen, a coup raised from beneath her hooves and she powerless to stop it. Kahlua rarely thought things forward in time, but this was a future she could see with great clarity. Still, the queen could not help but notice the way his eyes lingered on her basket, the little thing she had made for herself so long ago. There were some scuffs here and there where, in her more jubilant moments, she had accidentally scuffed it against a tree or a branch, but it had held together well and there were no cracks to divide the solidified mist. While she waited for a response, she lowered her nose to blow gently across the back of the feathered blue, to reassure him in this moment that there was no need for concern. A draconian gurgle escaped from his lips as he spread his wings, preparing for the arrival of the black mare he had seen in the Sunshower’s mind. But the black mare never came, except as a word on Thor’s lips, following several impatient glances over her shoulder. It only strengthened her resolve to remain rooted in place. “I don’t know where she is. I haven’t known for a year.” When the mists had come last winter, enveloping them all in their embrace, Mirage had disappeared. Kahlua was not so naïve as to think her former queen dead, but she could not be in Helovia anymore or the Moon Goddess would not have chosen the painted woman to lead, she was certain. “I’m queen now,” she said, her voice becoming somewhat softer, because she was not meant to play the hardened warrior. “Anything you need to say, you can say to me.” Was this the queen finally stepping, really stepping, into her royal shoes? He had been kind to her so long ago when they had first met, taking her in when he hadn't had to, but she had come to learn that past niceties did not prevent present crimes. She was learning from her mistakes and she was trying not to let him become another one. Here Comes The Sun |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
