The poor, happy girl, chattering away as she usually did, hardly bothered to notice the sullen look Skywalker had been wearing every since they left the Heavenly Fields. She was too busy walking and trotting alternately, keeping herself amused with the lay of the land. Even in the pale moonlight, the signs of spring were about. Especially since the odd burst of plant growth that had occurred while her and the stallion were up on the mountain-top. Birds chirping and rodents scurrying kept the mare content, even while her quiet companion silently worked against her good mood.

Finally, he spoke, the first words she had heard him speak since she had begun monopolizing their conversation. You must come from a powerful home then, he began and she listened eagerly. She was happy to tell anyone of the Edge, so in love with the place as she was. “Of course,” she looked back to him for a moment with a smile on her face. “The warriors are of fine quality! And our Lady Mirage is well respected.” She finished her statement with a sidelong glance at the own scar she had been gifted on her left hip. She was not pleased with the thing, but at least it was a memory of doing something right for her land. She had stood up to an invader, sending him back from whence he came. She hoped to never have to again, but for the Edge, she thought she might do anything.

Not having much more to say on the subject, for in her naivety she thought she had explained herself quite well, Kahlua carried on as clueless as ever. Even with the strange change in atmosphere, she took no notice. She was on a mission- make it to the Veins. She could not ignore the feeling forever, though. If the deepening of the night did not affect her, the rising of the sun did. It burst over the horizon, tendrils of light reaching out to grasp the land and infiltrate the soul of every living thing it could find. Kahlua squinted her eyes, the brightness not something she had been accustomed to for the many months prior.

She stopped with the stallion, trying to let her eyes grow used to the light and her body grow used to the warmth. If it was possible, she would have radiated as bright as the sun itself. Her smile was wide and, as her eyes grew more used to the intense light, she was able to look around her. The land was beautiful. She was so glad to see it in the light of day once again. Care to explain, the stallion demanded and Kahlua looked to him, suddenly remembering he was there. Her still-squinting eyes peeked over to him, wondering how he was not jumping out of his skin with joy. “He's back, he's back!” She cried brilliantly, her bright voice dancing in unison with her hooves as she began to jig about like a fool. She moved towards Skywalker, attempting to nudge him on the shoulder before prancing off again like a foal. “He's been gone so long and he's back!” She wanted to run, but she was worried the stallion would not follow. For now, she just skittered stupidly about like a child, waiting impatiently for him to begin moving again.

@[Skywalker]