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Kahlua Basking in her happiness as she was, the girl practically forgot to pay attention to all the others around her. Besides, it seemed like there was always somebody crashing into somebody else. No matter how big the cavern was, it could never comfortably hold every citizen of Helovia. Thank goodness that it seemed like many of them were coming and going all the time, doing their best to cure the denizens of the land from the blackness that had swallowed so many. For her own part, Kahlua was not interested or capable of joining in on the effort. Mentally she was a child, and a damaged child at that. Physically, she cringed at the thought of gaining more scars. The one that ruined her left hip, a painful reminder of the Basin's invasion on the Edge, was enough for her.So it was, oblivious to her surroundings as she was, that the painted girl found herself gasping and scooting gracelessly across the floor as feathers (quite a large mass of feathers at that) brushed against her hide. With her heart beating a little too fast and the whites of her eyes showing just slightly, Kahlua turned to find the electric blue stallion. “Oh,” she managed as she realized why the wings of the large stallion had seemed excessive even for his own size. However, in a moment, the girl's gentle personality gave way and, as the stallion had not yet attacked, she decided that she was safe for now and calmed down enough to offer a greeting. “Hello friend, I'm Kahlua,” and she nodded, oblivious as ever that he could not see her. Of course, the dusky lighting in the cavern did not help in her search for his eyes. But, regardless of any of these obstacles, the painted woman was determined to find some joy in this cavern that had only brought her sadness, and so she chattered on brilliantly, looking up to him without fear, wondering if she would be able to find some joy where there seemed to be only sorrows. “I was of the Edge before, um, well... you know,” she stuttered a bit, memories drifting to those fleeting moments where she had been a wraith, a monster, a killer even. “But nevermind about that, how are you? Where are you from? Any good news?” And with a smile plastered on her face she waited, tail swinging easily around her hocks. Simple pleasures are so often the best. |
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
