It seemed no matter how he attempted to bring life to his worn family, the curse of the Falls land was determined to best them. Kaj fought valiantly nonetheless, refusing to lead his family to the depths only to let them turn stagnant and hopeless, turning into mere wraiths as easily defeated as the previous denizens. Though he had made a point by taking the child-playing-intellectual mare as prisoner, had even managed to return the lost Rue to her sinking mother, it seemed he was the only one intent on changing the fate of the Falls. He strove to find an answer nonetheless, to give them a light which they could follow, even if it meant using his very soul to create the proper illumination.

The weary Czar was wrenched from spiraling frustration and an impending feeling of hopelessness by a cry, one that took the garbled form of his name from high above. Ears strained to determine the voice, the beckoning lass on his doorstep. The water convoluted all attempts at such, twisting unto itself until it was a myriad of sounds that he only vaguely recognized as his title. The fact that it was accompanied by Archibald's and Ktulu's struck several feminine souls from the potential record, but he would rather discover the source of the call and see for himself who had wandered into his realm rather than contemplating endlessly.

Massive form took wing on broad appendages, sweeping up through foam and spray through the twisting labyrinthine fissures and canyons that spiraled seemingly endlessly towards the core of the earth. Powerful beats surged him higher on reluctant, erratic winds, powerful legs kicking off cliffsides to amble goatlike to the top, firm on a carpet of dwindling greenery. Beside him took wing a familiar avian form, marked with a skull she could not rid herself of regardless of what beastly body she occupied. Kaj allotted a cursory nod, a brief smile and the utterance of her nickname on quiet, private breath before he turned away from the sight of her.

Ophelia stood at his borders, as regal as he could remember, still as beautiful and enchanting as he'd found her when Kaj had stumbled across her and simultaneously found the path of righteousness and faith. She was friend to him long before she stood as militaristic aid, and so he greeted her therefore with a smile and eyes as warm as pale summer skies. "Ophelia," he acknowledged, trotting forth to amicably proffer his muzzle to her. "How are you? What brings you here?" He would not unload his woes upon her because they were his to weather for the moment, and her presence alone was uplifting for the tired man.