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Ebony bodice jumps as if electrocuted, tension rippling up the dark expanse before Ink’s mind could catch up to the situation and realize that the golden brute wasn’t a threat. Instead of running as Kaj had expected, the lanky stallion froze completely as if struck by a wave of ice from within. Patiently he waited for understanding to dawn on his mind, and when it did sheepish smile spread across young features. Buttery lips spread slowly in a mixture of amusement and joy at having found the slim youth in such a strange place, always enjoying his presence. Inability to speak didn’t bother him, though it certainly made the faux-mute speak far more than he was accustomed to. Stroke of tail brings forth the image of a large cat, same as the one that had greeted him the day his hoof had set upon the earth of the Edge. It leaps about, playful and innocent yet still regal in appearance, and a deep chuckle shakes Kaj’s chest happily. Wings flaring about and stomping his forehooves gently in response, as if he is playing with the creature that does not have real life. He knows this and yet is amused and comforted by the familiar image that Ink has apparently connected to him. With the glow of red around him from the fires of Helovia, perhaps it is not far from the truth. Kaj doesn’t find himself regal, but is…not quite flattered, but he is at a loss of words for the warmth he feels that Ink finds him important in any way. Ink is really the only soul Kaj finds to be a friend, though he is older than him.
Grin makes brow arch in interest, wondering what it is the sly youngling is thinking. Perhaps he isn’t that young but to Kaj he is still new and fresh, despite his maturity. Crash and flurry of wings alerts him to the appearance of another Pegasus, one that startles the both of them. Liquid lion roars into silence, leaping forth to protect them though Kaj does not know if it can cause actual damage. Uncomfortable position of wings is nearly comical, but Kaj is in no mood for laughter when he realizes the female had been spying. At least that is what she appeared to have been doing. One long stride brings him nearly even to Ink’s side before he can think or realize that she is not in the wrong. All he can think in that instant is that she may be a threat, and he is not willing to be caught unaware. Females have long since been more magically inclined in his life and he does not doubt their power, individual or otherwise. He towers over her far more than Ink, but only now does he stand at full height. Large wingspan flaring out, pretty baby blues turning into shards of suspicious ice.
For a few moments that is how he remains, staring at her with body prepared thoroughly for battle. Only once he has taken her in, the embarrassed and nervous look on her face, does visage fall into shy apology and wings tuck in close. No need to scare her even more by making himself looking larger than he already is. Backing away so that his shoulder is level with Ink’s flank, he cast a shy smile in her direction, feeling quite bad for having reacted on such pure instinct. Ink seems to realize it too, for the lion morphs into butterflies and Kaj briefly entertains the wonder of how they can fly if they are made of ink. ”My apologies. Instinct. I am Kaj. And you, Miss?” Polite and interested, but not as warm as he was with Ink. Again Kaj is distracted, though this time it is by the slight dent Ink has made in the earth. Curious eyes turn to him once more, and solidly thumps one umber hoof against the ground with a questioning look. It appears to him he’s digging, and silently questions if he wants help, if he’s correct.
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