Blankets of endless cream and carmine roll out invitingly along the earth of the desert. Unlike the elegantly mysterious shelter of the woods he hailed from, there was no visible end to this sprawling sandy carpet. Heat blurred the lines of the horizon, colors ranging from pale peach to fluffy white, only to burn into dark umber and crimson as if the particles had caught fire and held the color stubbornly to show all that it had carried on regardless. Overhead a sea of pale azure glittered, only a few wispy clouds of white drifting lazily across. Beneath, the sun hit those little travelers and cast deep shadows across the earth that the pale golden stallion had never seen before. The sun and the clouds could create a shadow strong enough to create faded inky images upon the breast of the earth below? It was magnificent to witness, but he could not linger long on the beauty of the desert. Though he held great awe and respect for the home of those born to touch the never-ending sky above, the mists and woods of home was imprinted on his skin, reaching deep and even touching his soul and heart. It was beautiful, and the open sky overhead made the flight-addicted brute ache with want.

It was a want that would not be fulfilled for now, as he is being called. Though he's never seen a being like Kali before, he has always been one to quickly accept what he considered abnormalities. This was a different land, after all. Knowing she is beckoning him after Rishima, whom he had seen drifting away from the meeting with a serene, if sad, look painted upon her elegant features. Was she trapped in thoughts? Memories? Or was she looking into the future, feeling anxious? Kaj did not know her as well as he knew Ink, or Destrier, but his concern and love for his kin knew no bounds. Some found him strange, he supposed, for the loyalty he showed. Knowing from experience that these Helovians were odd little things that did not show the brotherly and sisterly companionship and devotion that his herd had. Here, touch was not accepted from an unknown soul that still held the scent of your herd. Where he had hailed from, touch was almost constant and far exceeded the level of comfort that these Helovians had. It was intimate, full-body, and sincere. Kaj didn't miss those he had left behind, nor the land they had occupied, but he missed the kinship shared between complete strangers. Would Rishima allow him to slowly build up his brushes and physical comforts? With Ink he had become aware of the reservations of the Helovian inhabitants, and realized that certain levels of friendship led to certain freedoms of speech and touch.

Yeah, this all still really confused him.

Nonetheless he turned and headed after the lithe fae that wandered off into the infinity of the landscape. It was actually rather eery, seeing it. Keeping at a moderate distance to watch over her protectively, his wings ached for use. Feeling like a naughty foal debating breaking a small rule, he began to try and make flying logical. Surely he could keep a better eye on Rishima and her surroundings when he was airborne? So without thinking over it too hard he gave a hard downstroke, pale tips and underside of his wings catching the sunlight and searing up the color of his canvas until he is a glowing golden bird above the mistress he protects. With an objective, his normally elusive attention is not only in his control once more, but under strict hold. Pale cerulean irises flicker to and fro, constantly alert as he drifted steadily above and slightly behind the inky fae. When her pace slows, he circles a few times to ensure there are no immediate threats, and begins to descend. The icy kissed fae standing serenely upon the hill is watched closely, seeing her move towards the water without any sign of discovery upon her features. Assured that she was likely only looking for a drink, Kaj turned the dark plumage that coated his marginal, primary, and secondary coverts to the sky and let himself glide down. It was time he joined the gold and obsidian laced lass.

Landing to her right side, parallel to her, Kaj had put a good amount of space so as not to disturb the sand with the powerful gusts of wind that emanated from his beating appendages. Needing the slow approach, he couldn't keep it from happening, but he could keep the sand from disturbing them and their peaceful paradise. Yet another approaches, this one a stallion. Kaj's eyes lock upon his form like that of a wild feline, dangerous beneath but deceptively calm where all others could see. Rose grey mixes with the cream of this pegasi's pelt as he moves, and Kaj eyes him as a mother might eye a potential threat to her offspring. Because they have landed on opposite sides of Rishima and the other doll, this expression is at too far of a distance for him to possibly read. Especially being a stranger. The WingLead knew he had a rather serene, if detached expression nearly at all times. Without some sort of understanding of Kaj's expressions, it would be nearly impossible to detect. However all changed when the stallion shifted.

Instinct told Kaj to protect the two females, especially the raven doe closest to him. It demanded he move, fast, and engage this possible threat before he could move any closer to his herd sister. Something in him sensed the caution in the newcomer's stance, the way his eyes flicker between both females but lingered on Rishima. Kaj recalled seeing him at the meeting, surely he could not have forgotten them so quickly? With such importance to both of their names, and their desires to strengthen bonds in an exchange of members? The beauty he has arrived with has scars that are proof to all who gaze upon them that she is far from defenseless, and the distant chill of her eyes is another indicator of her inner strength and sharpness. Rishima does not need to be protected, and would likely be offended at the notion, but Kaj was of a different breed than these curious inhabitants. Because of this, instinct is ignored that afternoon, because Kaj will not need to defend her unless this brute gives him something to ward off. He would not ruin the friendship between their homes simply because one of them seemed to match quite accurately the description of a bird brain. Kaj could hardly remember to keep track of keeping track of his thoughts, which only confused him to word it such, and even he remembered most of those seen and what they had said at the meeting. That surely had to say something. So instead, he rises to his full height. It is no small stature which he bears, much of which is toned and athletic from his countless seasons fighting. The scar upon his foreleg is a reminder of his fight with Maskan, and a trophy he wore proudly for having earned it struggling for the title he now held. Despite shrinking slightly as it healed, it is still a glaringly obvious mark, and it glints the pale white-pink of healed skin as he strides towards Rishima.

Perhaps it shouldn't be called striding, because he advances like a cat with fur sticking up and tail flickering dangerously. Pillars move with quick, precise movements that will take him to his sister's side without seeming to be on alert or in a rush. Normally loose, relaxed stance is now corrected to show the importance he owns, and yet still cannot fathom. Eyes are on that dark form, and yet his gaze flickers repeatedly to the other stag. Only once he has made it to her side does he still, turning only to face where she points and stepping ahead of her slightly. He does not shield her. Kaj is being as subtle as possible with his protective measures, and little betrays him other than a dark shadow over his gaze that flickers in and out, or the wings that lift slightly from his sides to emphasize and increase his already large frame. It is only a slight difference to the relaxed pose most pegasi use, but it is incredibly hard to resist the urge to lift them in a full intimidation method. A challenge. Is he brash, hot-headed? No, far from, so he is aware of the consequences that could come down on him should he appear to be threatening this Throat member. In all honesty he doesn't want to, regardless of his job and what soil he stands on. Caution, preparation, and wariness are leagues away from threatening, offensive, and dangerous.

With Rishima's shoulder equal to his stomach, he lets the wing closest to her rise up and brush with utmost care and softness against her coat. It is the wordless language he wields most often, the one that granted him such easy communication with Ink. Such simple, sincere words follow this action. Assurances. I am here. I am at your side and your back simultaneously, whenever you need me. Nobody will harm you while I am alive, even if you can defend yourself. And, of course, simpler things such as greetings and friendship. These were still far more elaborate than what most would consider a friendly greeting, but in the privacy and knowledge of his own mind Kaj was oblivious to this. I am comfortable here with you. I trust you enough to extend the part of me that is most fragile, despite the clear signs that you can easily injure me. I will give you my time, my companionship, my strength, anything I can offer until you have had your fill and I am of no more use. These deep, sincere phrases are accompanied by gentle, pale sapphire eyes that turn to her for an extended moment. The distant, warily curious look he forcefully constructed for the other stallion melts away into an expression softer than the fluffy clouds he had mused over during their journey, and warmer than the sun that touched their backs at nearly all hours. Even so, he knows better than to let his feelings towards his kin keep the respect and admiration from his body. He is honored to stand beside her, regardless of her relationship with Mirage or her title.

Does she understand?

Whether she does or does not, his line of vision soon settles once more on the other two. Offering a small smile- adorably crooked and boyishly shy as it may be- to the unknown dame, he attempted to ease the tension he felt building in his limbs. At last he decided this stallion was to be of little trouble, and with the distance the shimmering liquid put between them, Kaj allowed himself to lower his wings; using the motion of the one that had given a feathery kiss to Rishima to lower the both of them. That is all. He is still a giant, towering over the vixen at his side and the lad across the way, so it does little to make him seem less imposing. Not that his detached, unreadable expression helped any, but that was something he always had. Levi could react how he saw fit, and hopefully the kind smile he had directed towards the still unknown princess would comfort her. He had not arrived early enough to catch her name, he feared.

Oh, apparently another was approaching.

Much like Rishima she is decorated, laced, with the pure ivory that resembles stars. Kaj was growing decidedly fond of these midnight landscapes delicately, reverently, transfered from reality to flesh. Heavily she lands, but as a fellow flier Kaj had anticipated this long before her hooves kissed the earth. Swift descent stirs the ground far less than Kaj's, but it is not always pleasant for one to jar their legs upon every landing. She collects herself, regaining the grace she'd had moments earlier in that still baby blue lake. Clearly she has come only for this brute, and with a velvet voice she clearly chides him with no remorse. Her terseness is rather admirable, and her swift entrance is upheld by her equally swift departure. Somehow he respects her, and yet finds her blunt reprimand and temporary presence amusing. Like a flash of lightning she is there and gone, with only the hairs upon their necks rising as proof of her passing. Leaving behind the acrid taste of electricity, although that may have been the smell of how thoroughly she had struck down the little man with so few words. Yes, Kaj was definitely amused by the women of Helovia.

A deep sound comes from within, clearing his throat to speak in the awkward silence that followed. For a moment he flails inside, wondering why he had done such a thing when he was not one to speak often on a normal occasion. Either way words are rolling upon his tongue, and trickling like warm raindrops from his lips to reach the ears of all three left around the pool of water. Rishima, he suspects, is the type to cut with her words just as easily. Far wiser than he, she still has the aspect of youth and wit that many rebellious young colts and fiery little fillies have. It wouldn't surprise him if he had already been placed on the chopping block for extending such an intimate- was that what they considered it here?- gesture in her direction. "My name is Kaj," was all he offered, voice deep and smooth, a velvet coated roll of thunder. Levi had already introduced himself, and his title, but Kaj found it ridiculous when people did so. He viewed it as them vying for respect, groveling, or change in attitude from whomever they apparently had to inform. It was the person, not the title, that garnered and hopefully deserved respect. If every lead was respected and tolerated only for their position, tyranny would have never ended, and the land would be far more poisoned. So he goes back to the silence that fits him, finding no use in talking needlessly. Kaj never did grasp the basics of small talk, and always ended up awkwardly rambling or picking an idiotic topic out of nerves. The golden brute was made for strategy, strength, and silent, loyal companionship. With so much warfare drilled into his brain, and the stallions of his natal home all silent stone forces behind the magic-wielding mares, he had never even been exposed to it. No wonder he was such a brick wall.