Today the winds off the icy ocean do not stir heavily in the skies above his sheltered home, tempting all who were born of heavenly nature to embrace the cold currents that bled into those of warmer drafts high in the atmosphere where the breath in your lungs turned crystal clear and pure. Early that morning he had risen with a sun that did not appear behind the thick clouds that heralded yet another snowy day, another day on patrol and another day planning events for the Protectors of his home. He and Destrier had summoned a rather large group, one Kaj was implicitly proud of. They had trusted in their WingLeaders, new as they were, and when the two had called, they had come with faith and interest in their eyes. That morn he had left the imprints of his physical body in the snowy drifts still untouched by the sleeping inhabitants of the fogged wood, crystalline azure irises sweeping the barren flatlands as he followed the border in a routine imprinted so deeply he could never forget it. By the time he was done the cool salted air had stirred the souls of his sleeping family, and slowly the sounds of life had started to echo quietly throughout the land. With his duties finished early and nothing else to occupy him, the pale golden General had decided that it would be a good day to treat himself just a tiny bit. He had found himself at the cliff that gave their home its name, earthy hooves pressed so close to the edge he could no longer see the rim of it.

The wind had risen off the crashing waves below, and he had thrown himself from the edge of the world towards the waters below.

A child of air and heaven, sky and atmosphere, is never afraid of falling. They are born with a need to be weightless, a desire to become one with the stratosphere. So in that moment he had not felt fear, only a thrill that this is what he had desired for so long, to simply do what made him happiest in the simplest of ways. Like a heron he'd skimmed the waters with umber toned walkers, only to climb higher above the steeples of the trees he surveyed. There he had stayed for endless hours, content. A brilliant show of white and gold sunlight in a washed out world of deep blackened green and shades of grey. In his hour of relaxation, a song drifted up to his audits from the borders he secured long before any had awoken. It was not the tone of any he knew, causing a slight frown of concern to curl normally contented features. The way the stranger called forth was friendly and yet aware that he- for clearly the masculine roll of it signified his gender- was not a member of Kaj's family.

The distance between them was not great, but no time was to be wasted, and Kaj always believed in punctuality. Pale wings tilted towards the earth, and his massive wingspan seemed to envelope all the trees beneath him as he skimmed their highest branches, eyes flickering along the ground to find whomever had summoned him. They were not terribly hard to discover, standing respectfully at the edge of the home whose name reflected the same. Both are painted darkly, one crowned the other bare, and the three of them make up the three main species of Helovia. Kaj is the aureate canvas to their obsidian, and they remind him almost painfully of Ink. Dropping quickly he lets his wings catch air, filling and slowing his descent until he landed with an echoing drumbeat as his hooves found soil and snow once more. The brute's words had not been fully caught, but a respectful nod was given to him for being aware of the etiquette of a land's borders. His scent was earthy, and far different from the arid Throat. Clearly it could not be Basin land he hailed from, and so that left only Foothills. A neutral party, then. "Hail, brother. You speak words of wisdom, and for that you have my thanks. Both of you, welcome to the World's Edge. My name is Kaj, I'm one of the WingLeader's- or, should the name be unfamiliar to you, the General- of this land." Quietly the massive draft curled his equally large appendages to his sides, not wishing to intimidate too much as clearly- explained as well by the nameless stallion- they were of no threat.

Gaze flickered to the young dame, and he bowed his head in a gentlemanly manner just as he had when first meeting Tor and Mirage. "Hello miss, I assume you are being led by this kind fellow? He seems quite the teacher, and lucky for being accompanied by a beautiful dame." There was nothing flirtatious in his tone, which was merely complimentary, and he made sure to include the one who had guided her to their borders as well. It was all very clear that he had not meant any advances upon the young miss; smile respectful, eyes kind but removed just in case they had formal exchange upon their mind. Next question was directed to the both of them, the familiar feeling of sheepishness at having to look down on them surfacing once more. "What is it I can do for you?" Crown rose higher, settling into what could be considered a rather majestic version of a proud militaristic stance, unmovable.

A fine day, indeed.