Kaj</style>
Skilled Protector
Misplaced trust and old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all</style>
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From the mists comes a voice, a sweet melody that is thick and warm like honey on a summer day. It comes not from the woods around him, for Kaj is not earthbound on that day. Title came spilling into the air, and aureate listeners flickered to the area where the sound had come from. Scarter indeed was well-concealed within the shadows, but Kaj never forgot a face despite his wandering mind and her voice sparked an instant connection in his mind's eye. Circling slowly over the area where he had heard the sweet summons, the might stallion angled into a tight spiral and dropped with a sound, sturdy thud upon the earth. With the new angle, her feminine form was easy to spot, mane coiling attractively over the sinewy muscles in her neck. Silver, barely-noticeable scars glinted in his vision as he approached, pleasant smile on his lips. As he moved closer they became clearer, but he said nothing and refused to stare at them. Everybody had their secrets, and he wasn't going to make Scarter give up hers. Wings settled slowly and quietly against his side with nought but a shuffle and a whisper of wind, plume flicking pleasantly as he neared her.
Muzzle extended in a greeting he was familiar with, wishing to exchange scents and brush their skin together as a hello. Once he had, a few steps were taken back away from her to give her some space. "It's wonderful to see you again, Scarter. Welcome to my home." Smiling he motioned with one massive wing to the woods and mists that surrounded them, an eerie and beautiful combination. Baby blue irises swept over her body, not in appreciation for her magnificent form but more to check that she had not been harmed in her journey. "The journey was not too hard on you, was it miss Scarter?" Had she been injured or harassed, Kaj would hate himself and demand revenge on the cruel soul that had done it. Would Mirage hear them talking? She had a habit of appearing out of nowhere, but he would not summon her in the middle of a conversation, it was not polite in the least.
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