oh come forth
into the storm and rout
and be my love in the rain

The Aurelight was not so deeply entrenched in his fight against humanity and mortality any longer. With the removal of his memories, the golden man had achieved a sense of clarity that Other Kaj had clearly been lacking. Nonetheless these questions still existed in his mind, an endless stream of queries left unspoken and unanswered. Though he had not participated in the battle of the Goddess, he was often left wondering what side he would have chosen. Religion simply did not exist in his homeland, the barren waste of earth where he'd taken his first steps. There was only life and death, and your body was dragged far from the herdlands to keep the predators away. This existence of faith still baffled the giant, even more so after the scrying Isopia had led and the Earth God's ominous - but eternally vague - warning. 

Perhaps he simply needed an excuse to track her down, and was merely lying to himself about his motivations. 

Sohalia and Aleta had changed his life for the better, and Kaj intrinsically knew that. He had never loved a creature as deeply as he loved Aleta, and while he could not at the moment feel anything particularly romantic towards Sohalia, he often wondered if he was even capable of fostering such feelings. His heart had undoubtedly been broken, and it was a curious existence that he led - to still avoid the fairer gender instinctively, to feel the ache of hurt in his chest, but to not remember the events that had caused such reactions. 

Did he truly need an excuse to visit a friend in the Throat? He found himself triple guessing over and over, an unnecessary stress as he stared down into a deceivingly peaceful container of tea. Was she even his friend? Did she recall his face, his name? Would he be welcomed at their borders...at her side?

With a soft sigh the giant placed the cap on the container - a small earthen jug of sorts - and pulled the vine he'd attached to it across his shoulders for uninterrupted flight. He was not keen on walking the long distance to the Throat, after all. 

Resplendence had been more than happy to supply him with chamomile, which she claimed was a far better herb to make tea than the peppermint he'd used for the winter festivities. Kaj had grumbled and defended himself good-naturedly; peppermint went perfectly with the sharp chill of winter thank you! Whether Resplendence had any inkling of Kaj's feelings towards the lovely Diviner was unknown. Kaj barely even had a tentative grasp of his own emotions regarding the mare. She was certainly intriguing?

These thoughts accompanied him as he swept down to the borders of the Throat, careful not to jostle the jug perched just behind his left shoulder. Baby blues swept across the sunlit, sparkling waves. Would the inherent magic of Helovia bring her to him, as it so often did despite the vastness of both earth and time? Or would he have to seek her out, prolong his stay in the desert for the sake of her company and wisdom?