Quilyan

He falls out of the hole and into the sky, his wings flaring to life and stroking, hard, pulling him upward into the clear blue sphere. It is a quick climb to clear the treetops, and though he longs to ascend into the clouds, he holds back, knowing that he cannot leave his family behind. He found many things in the caverns, and met many new faces that offered many new names; but most importantly, he had found himself. For so long, he had wandered, and though he knew that his place was at his lady's side, he had yet to find the precise place where he fit in their family. Now he knows. He smiles, the breeze created by his momentum brushing away the single, happy tear that escapes, never to be seen again.

But Zarina feels his excitement, his glee, and as she pulls herself into a precarious position atop his poll, she croons softly in his ear. Home, she thinks, the word imbued with the emotions that she cannot find the words for, and he laughs. Their time in the caves had been too long, too claustrophobic; but finally, finally, he can again stretch his wings and fly. He circles, ensuring that he can still see those of his family that he has taken it upon himself to guard, and this process continues until they reach the confines of the wall.

He is sad to see that Kahlua's hard work has suffered from the darkness, but somehow he cannot bring himself to be upset on this glorious day. He touches down in their old meeting place, but no one is there; he turns and follows the recent trail that Kaj has left until he comes upon the stallion. It makes sense - it is a new day, a new dawn for the Edge, and it would seem that Kaj wants to show everyone that he does not intend to go back to the way things were. The deposed prince trots up to his brother-in-arms, noting Kahlua beside them. They are his king and queen, but they are more than just that - they are his friends. He has arrived too late to see Lace's departure.

"Brother," he greets Kaj, warmth in his vocals. The Stormbringer looks well, and he reaches out to bump noses with the steed, should Kaj accept the gesture. Turning to the Queen, he nods regally, bending a knee - a gesture from his homeland meant to offer respect to a monarch. Once upon a time, he would have received the bow; but that was no more. "And Kahlua. You are as lovely as ever, Your Majesty." He lifts himself from the bow to stand squarely once more. His violet gaze roams between the pair. "I am yours to command." He steps back, waiting, for more will be on their way.

"Talk talk talk."

[OOC | Assuming that Kaj and Kahlua being named King and Queen is common knowledge. If I need to change it, let me know!]