Kahlua

She was admittedly a little jealous that Mauja had found favor enough with the gods to have been gifted two companions, two constantly vigilant creatures to watch over him, when she had not even been graced with one. But, if the gods enjoyed the Frostheart as much as she did, then certainly he was deserving of the gifts that had been bestowed upon him. Besides, she was too happy to worry too much about a little twinge of jealousy. Mauja wanted owls? Let him have owls. Let him have a thousand owls, so long as the darkness stayed away and the sun stayed shining. Let him have a million owls, so long as she never again turned into a monster.

And as she was allowed to once again step into his private space, fell him press against her as she pressed against him, she reveled in the fact that he had smiled- laughed even. It pleased her to see him happy. There had been little joy in their first meeting and the last time she had seen him in the caves he'd seemed rather sick. To finally see the large stallion smile, laugh, be joyous (though he seemed dim in comparison to her- anyone would) was refreshing. He deserved happiness as much as any other horse and she was still determined to give it to him.

And yet, for all the joy she wished upon him, she still managed to distress him. But Kahlua was nothing if not predictable, and in her nonsensical moment of trying to remain composed, and then failing and throwing her head back, she missed everything there was in Mauja's face, if there had ever been anything at all. She never had been much good at picking out such subtleties. It was not until the Frostheart began to move, began to shift his head lower and extend his limb, to drop to his knee as he shifted his weight, that the girl fell into silence and just watched, her head cocked, her mind trying to wrap itself around the feelings she had about the moment.

It was interesting to be a child and to be bowed to, to be a queen who had no right to such a title watching another grovel before her. She was confused, conflicted. Did she secretly enjoy the fact that she held such power over another, that she could call herself queen and have him bow before her? Who wouldn't? And she'd always had a secret lust to be in charge, even though she wasn't really worthy of such an honor. Still, perhaps part of her knew that she was not entirely worthy, that she was not fit for the position she had been named to, because she was not entirely comfortable watching the beast bow before her. But she had asked for it, hadn't she? Demanded it, even.

She'd finally become the bourgeoisie.

And yet, despite the slight uncomfortable feeling that made the girl shift on her hooves, Mauja did not seem displeased. He laughed, even, and she dropped her worries in an instant- and also what act she had tried to put up of being sophisticated. Her joy was her beauty, she needn't flaunt herself to gain affections. “Lady Moon summoned me- and Kaj. The Edge is ours now, to keep and care for. Mirage is...” Well... where was Mirage, actually? The painted girl wasn't entirely sure, other than that she was missing. “Well, she's gone.”

What she didn't explicitly say, her eyes eagerly revealed as they searched for his own. The trial, his peace, his redemption. He could have it. And though she did not know it now, the tides were in his favor. All of Mirage's clan was gone- Rishima, the twin warriors, Vikram, Lace... even the hybrid twins were elusively missing. The fates really were on his side- if only she had known, if only she could have told him.