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 Glad to see you made it. Kahlua smiled, a nod given to the stallion as he appeared from the shadows. And all at once their party of three had grown to a party of four, all the merrier for the painted woman. So, while he was taking a moment to chat, the girl took a moment to study the mare made of glass. The smooth curvature of her body, the clarity of her body. It was all odd, like she was one of Kahlua's creations and yet... And yet she moved, walked, spoke. In her chest, the heart of red, suspended, but for what? And her hair.... Where the individual hairs sharp, like needles, would they puncture flesh the way glass slivers do? And would the woman break if struck? So many questions that Kahlua could not answer, not the least of which was how had this mare come to be, come to have life where she should not have one. But Kahlua was kind, so she did not ask them, she simply smiled. I was just looking for you, Nasreen offered, and in sudden memory, like she was realizing her folly, Kahlua let the mists fall from her body and she was no longer a misty specter but a woman, solid and painted, a mere mare beside the glass beauty. Like Nasreen, Kahlua would have thought Ayelet a goddess if she hadn't just met the Moon Goddess, known the way the air thickened when the gods were within them, known the way their grandeur permeated everything in the area, the way it felt. No, even with so many questions, there was one thing the girl was certain of. This was no goddess. “Kahlua,” she repeated with a nod of her head to Nato, bobbing genially. And all introductions made at last, the girl tried to answer each question in turn. “We can speak after, if you wish, Nasreen,” she offered, wondering if the girl had made any progress in her search for Th'orqui. For her own part, Kahlua had been miserably inadequate as a guide. She needed to step up her game, her search for information on the mare's homeland. “As for entering the Edge, I am qualified for that,” she laughed. “I am our Glazier, our crafter. You wish to join us?” Her eyes ended upon Ayelet, awaiting her answer. |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
