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[OPEN] The Moon Sings Sweetly

Dragomir Posts: 275
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Bunnie
#1

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

”We wouldn’t have had a chance to talk,” she says, and he nods, still grinning, for he feels the same way. It was nice to reminisce with one who remembered his earliest moments in this land, pleasant to walk alongside someone who was free from the dark memories of what had come to pass. Where Dragomir had only dreams of wicked devils falling upon his friends, Semira had a heart full of dragons and magic, an adventurous tale that surely had lightened his mood for the day, even if the conversation had grown to darker subjects. It will never cease to amaze him how full of kindness and light the women of the misty wood are, how swiftly they can melt even the most frigid soul if one is only willing to stand near their radiating hope long enough to feel the effects.

And then the game is on, the world flying by him in streaks of color and his laughter as free and wild as the wind; he can hear her trailing behind him, the more graceful beats of her hooves against the earth a fine alto over the deep drums of his own plates. The sky bleeds into a deep crimson tinged with indigo and magenta, lavender reaching its milky fingers through the dark weave of sunset, and the boy is free as he runs with the silver princess, his heart light and thoughtless as the bending of his tangled mane in the wind.

The flame flickers past him, startling enough that he shies playfully to the side, forelimbs held tight together as his hind legs buck out to the right of his frame, though the phantom has long since bolted past him and become air once more. A blasting snort ricochets against the trees and he finds himself chuckling again through the deep pulls of his lungs, amused that he can still be so easily thrown off and that he has so swiftly succumbed to the vibrant life that fills his young bones.

It has been too long, since he’s played like this.

The ghost of the wall appears before him, their approach swift and chaotic, and he can feel his heart swell with the usual happiness he feels when he returns to this place. Inside, he knows there are people he can trust, even if they cannot yet trust him, and he is happy to have been the one to guide one of their lost daughters home. Aiming his bulk for a sizeable gap in the wall that has left about three foot of the base standing, he leaps over the dilapidated structure and hunkers his haunches to the earth as he lands, sliding to a stop within the borders amidst a spraying cloud of dead foliage and dirt.

"Welcome home, Semira," he says, a smile broad and pleasant on his face as he trots nearer the princess, breath heavy from the thrill of their run. He wonders if he should call the others to greet her, but hesitates; it’s late, and she might be weary, and surely the others are preparing for the quiet peace of the Moon’s keep. If there are any nearby, they will come, he decides, or Semira will call them herself.

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Semira Posts: 42
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Kachie
#2
Merry laughter rings from a young throat as golden eyes watch her companion start sideways from the flickering heat and glow of the fire dragon that danced past him, watched him bounce and kick out playfully. Yes, this behavior did indeed suit him better, and it warmed her young heart to have brought out this brighter, more playful side of him. Perhaps she should try to initiate this sort of play again, whenever he seemed particularly gloomy.

She was preparing to throw on what more speed she could, to out-race him to the wall, when she catches sight of it. What's left of it. And her strides hitched in surprise, briefly faltering to a canter before accelerating into an easy gallop, letting Dragomir race ahead. She was too busy running her gaze over the shattered remnants of her mother's wall, ghostly pale and a mere shadow of its former, intimidating glory. Her gazes catches on Dragomir leaping over a low break in the wall, spurring her to follow suit. But she is dragon, and her curiosity demands a closer look at the ruins.

Leathern wings spread wide, and beat strongly as she leaps, giving her slender figure extra height when she aims for a more or less flat expanse of broken wall, then fanning in an almost hover to balance her hooves when she pauses briefly atop the gradually sloping surface. It gives her the opportunity to gaze along the shattered length of wall as far as her eyes can see. Oddly, she isn't sad. Merely... thoughtful. After a moment she leans forward and allows herself to glide down to the ground, gingerly prancing back to the wall as she folded her wings.

By then her painted friend had rejoined her, and a gentle smile is offered to him in response to his simple statement. Welcome home. "It is good to be back." She murmurs softly, reaching out to touch her muzzle to his cheek momentarily before turning back to the wall. "Lady Moon must not have approved of it, to allow it to have become destroyed so. Has there been any discussion of what to do with it?" Her gaze is questioning, curious but not pressing.

Yet the state of the wall is not so pressing as to keep her attention completely captivated. Her questions asked, she shifts her attention toward the dark, misty shadows amidst the trees. It is only then that she has a low ache in her breast when the knowledge that there were bound to be many familiar faces that she would not run into beneath the mist-wreathed boughs anymore presses against her thoughts. Her ears tip back, tail drooping and wings tightening as she struggles with the dark sorrow. Finally, she gives voice.

It is a dragon song, carrying notes of sorrow and mourning, but also notes of hope and joy. It is an announcing of her return, and a beckoning to those who know her. Unbeknownst to the silver child, her voice in the past season has matured to the point of being achingly similar to the songs her mother used to sing, but still enough different for discerning ears to recognize that while the song is sang by one of dragon blood, it was not the Dragonheart who called to them. As she falls silent, it is with an absentminded motion that she shifts closer to Dragomir, unconsciously seeking his support against the meeting that was bound to come.

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Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin
#3

The queen would argue that the wall was Mirages, if perhaps only in her dreams at night. She thought of the monstrous, terrible creation as her own. Mirage had paved the way, but the painted girl had crafted it with her own blood, sweat and tears. The DragonHeart had ordered to build it, but Kahlua had seen the wall grow in her minds eye and go from imagination to reality. The Golden Dragon had led so many Glaziers before that had not even begun work on the wall, only the Sunshower had made it come to fruition. Yes, the wall was hers in so many ways, and yet now queen, she looked upon the thing with only sadness and something near disgust.

But although her face could not keep secrets, would spill everything she ever tried to hide to the world, Kahlua would never be so hateful as to claim the wall her own aloud. Only in dark shadows of the night would such things cross her mind.

A dragon call through the wood roused the queen's attention, waking her from what had been a fitful slumber anyways. She almost never slept well now, the shadows too reminiscent of too many frights and fears. Shaking her head to chase away any remaining weariness, the painted queen set off at an easy trot, her mind racing with possibilities and emotions- fear the most obvious among them all. It was the Dragon Queen come back to claim her throne. The very idea broke the painted girl's heart. She worked and toiled for this land, ached and bled, faced her fears and tried so hard to say strong; still, it never failed to pick at the back of her mind that the DragonHeart might return at any moment to take back what had been hers and Kahlua was finding, more and more, that she was not so willing to let it go now that she had it. But could she really fight the mare who could turn to a scaled beast, if that is what it came to? In neither physical prowess nor mental capacity, would the Sunshower win against Mirage. She had only her determination to save her now. Would it be enough?

But for all her worrying, her fretting and unease shown obviously in her features, the queen had nothing to worry when she finally broke the tree line and found her Glazier, both council and friend, standing with not the Dragon Queen, but the Dragon Queen's child. Having never had the pleasure of speaking to the twin, perhaps only seeing whispers of her through the trees from time to time, the current queen did not know her name. And, for the first time in all her life, Kahlua found that she was glad to see a foal. For even if the child was here to revenge her mother, she had some time before she would be large enough for such things. Kahlua's worries melted, replaced with the smile that was so much more befitting her personality.

“Dragomir,” she cooed happily, nodding to him, “You have returned a dragon to the Edge,” she added before turning back to the child. “Kahlua, and you?”


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Alanna :: Common Hellhound :: Energy Drain Emily
#4


Aaron & Alanna</style>

In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti</style>


The Sunshower was not the only one restless this night. The other young Glazier tossed his head in his sleep, soft mumerings to low for others ears. Well, all save Alanna. The even younger hellhound watched him in silence, knowing it was no use to wake him. In his mind, he was seeing the dead bodies of his mother Solstice, and his kid sisters Sakura, Takara, and Azale. Yes, in his travels the young knight had stumbled upon Takara's remains... It had not been an easy sight, now knowing he failed them all. What would his father, or even Torasin think of him? He had let everyone down.

He woke with a start, dark eyes looking all around. Alanna had heard the song that had pulled her bonded from the dream. A dragon song. Could it be? Could he face her anymore than he could of faced his own parents? Without warning, Alanna did not give him a choice. She burst into a run, a joyfullied run that would lead to a sight the paint was not expecting to find.

It had been Alanna who knew the song was different. A different song could only mean one thing. One of the twins had come home. When Aaron arrived, and his eyes widened at the sight. It was not the DragonHeart come home, but Semira! Hadn't Kaj said she and Vikram had gone with Smoke and Kimber? His heart raced, and then sank all at one time. Had Kimber returned too? What would she say, when she found out all his sisters had died? Welcome home Semira.

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Dragomir Posts: 275
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Bunnie
#5

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

He turns to watch his friend observe the damage that has come to the wall, the figurative message he’d mentioned early apparently having hit home soon and hard. She seems sad, almost, he thinks as he looks at her and pants away their race, the thrill of the run lost quite suddenly in the solemn sight of a dragon along the wall for the first time since all that hell had come down on them. As she descends back to earth and the pair come together once more, he feels the sweeping touch on his cheek and feels the heat rise in his face, awkwardly looking out into the wood so that she won’t see the bright emotion that consumes the pale blue of his eyes.

He figures she may have some part of it right, that the wall had been destroyed because the Lady Moon had disliked it, but from what he had seen and heard of the other lands, not a single place was left unscathed by the wickedness that had swept their home. What he does know for sure is that not a word has been said of it since the disaster, and if Semira looked closely at the color of the soil inside the walls she might see why.

The things that had been built to protect them had trapped many with few options of escape when the threat had come from within.

”Not that I know of,” he says, thinking as to what all Aaron has been working on, ”Resplendence and Alysanne have started a garden. Most of the crafting efforts are going towards creating a greenhouse.” He spares her the truth of the wall as he sees it; it would be painful for a newly returned child to think of her mother’s finest achievement as a failure. It was better to let the ghost of its majesty live within Semira, at least until someone else crushed the embers of that flame.

He would not be guilty of such crimes.

He watches her walk deeper into the misty wood and smiles after her, the song of her kin rising from her throat in haunting, melodic notes that swallow his soul and pull him into his past, into eves filled with such music and the soft staccato of the sparrows bedding down for the darkness. His eyes slip shut, ride the magic in the notes of her voice, and for a moment, he can almost hear his mother’s laughter, the gentle rumble of his father’s voice over the ushering of the waves.

There is not much time to spend in his dreams, however; the arrival of others is quick as it normally is, the first face to break into view that of his splendid Queen, all his boyhood love writ across his features as if a billboard for angst and hormones. It can at least be said that he is relatively sure at this point that is love is unrequited, a truth that might have made him sad if it hadn’t have made him start to thinking as to the nature of the woman who had become the focal point of all his youthful desires.

On one hoof, the Queen was kind and boundless in her joy and optimism, something that Dragomir had believed at first to stem from her sense of philosophy and a brilliant understanding of the world around her. However, the more he observed her from afar without engaging himself in her presence so as to distract himself from logical thought, the more he was sure Kahlua was more closely related, mentally at least, to a child rather than a wise woman, her charm all flowers and moonbeams rather than the gentle purring of water carving through rock. Still, it is not astute enough an observation to rid the boy of his flooding emotional responses to just how pretty the painted mare is, and his smile is broad and pleasant on his face in light of her subtle praise.

The next to arrive is a hound that Dragomir knows to belong to his fellow Glazier, Aaron. The stallion follows in shortly after, his joy upon seeing the lost child of the Dragonheart evident and drawing more warmth to the surface of the young man’s features. At least, in this way, Semira will know that she was missed; while he doesn't know much of the history of the herd before he came, he does know that Aaron has been a part of the Qian for a long while, judging by how well he is known among the others and the position that he holds.


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Semira Posts: 42
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Kachie
#6
So enveloped is she with her study of the wall, that she does not notice the way his gaze follows her. So distracted is she by the topic of that selfsame wall that she doesn't take note of the sudden awkward movement he makes in the wake of her brief and careless touch. Her thoughts are too deep and contemplative, wondering the meanings that could lay behind the state of the wall her mother had been so earnest for, the wall that she'd never given a second thought to because it had always been so easy to fly over or around it.

It is not until he gives an answer to her inquiry, dropping yet more names, that she rouses from her contemplations of the wall to contemplate horses. Resplendence... was one she was familiar with, though there were no strong reactions within her mind for the equine in question. Alysanne? Completely unknown, but obviously a healer. Absently the silver child pondered over the horses that had stepped into the Wild Rose's hoofprints, knowing at least one had been instructed by the grulla mare in question. As for a greenhouse? That too rang no bells within her consciousness, though she supposed that eventually she would stumble over the project in question.


And then?

She sang, and the Edge's denizens answered. Not with song, not with voice. But forward tipped ears were not so very long in catching the sound of approaching hoofsteps. Patient and curious, she waited amidst the dark mists and tree-cast shadows, silver scales softly glinting with faint glimmering reflections of distant stars.

The first to arrive was a mare, draped in black and white, whose form dimly matched a child's recollections of a horse infrequently seen. This must be Kahlua, whom Dragomir had spoken so fondly of. A quick glance over her shoulder, inadvertantly timed to glimpse the moonstruck expression on her friend's face that was directed toward the painted lady, confirmed that fact even as the new queen of the Edge praised Dragomir for bringing Semira home again. A tinge of jealousy tugged at her thoughts as the silver child looked back toward Kahlua as the mare introduced herself, the emotion ignored in favor of politeness.

"Evening, Miss Kahlua. I am..." Interrupted, and by the appearance of a familiar bonded pair. A bright smile graced her features as she bent her head low in greeting to the grown hellhound that had bounded out into the open to greet her, a low thrumming sound escaping her breast at the similarities to her meetings with two entirely different hellhounds striking a humorous chord within her. Then she was lifting her head with renewed happiness in her gaze as the painted stallion, brother to her 'cousins', welcomed her home. "Thank you Aaron, it is good to be home again."

Recalling that her polite greeting to the new queen had been incomplete, she looked back at Kahlua, a wry smile tugging at her lips. There was a definite theme going on today. "I am as Aaron called me, Semira. Younger twin to Amaris, daughter of Mirage and Vikram. Though you probably know that, since you were here before..." Tactfully she decided to not say more, remembering how discussing that subject had previously dampened Dragomir's mood. Instead she cast her gaze around the group. An ear twitched in sudden humor. If she didn't know better, she'd say that the Edge was becoming populated with only painted equines!

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#7

Had the queen known anything of the stallion's love for her, of his desires for her company in a way that was more than just a friend, more than just somebody to chat and mingle with, to laugh with and to cry with when it was necessary... she might have gone running to the far side of the woods and remained there. It was not that she was necessarily afraid of love. Love did not frighten her, did not give her chills and make her shudder on her very hooves. It was the idea of commitment, the idea of being bound to only one other soul in all of the universe, that made her wary of the notion. If she found the stallion, if she admitted to him her feelings, would she be free to come and go as she pleased? Would she retain the right to explore and bounce, to make friends and laugh, to be a whirlwind creature with no moorings holding her in place? She did not know, but she was frightened to find out. Admitting love was not something that could be undone.

The dragon child's unfamiliar voice began and Kahlua couldn't help but smile towards her, until her words cut short. It was Aaron's appearance that had distracted the girl. Kahlua smiled, dipping her head to him and his companion, nickering a soft greeting and smiling pleasantly at the soft air of commotion that had arisen amongst the four that were now gathered. But soon enough the mild chaos was sorted out and the dragon child, Semira, was finishing her words to the queen. “I'm so glad you found your way back here,” she said, though her face likely betrayed her confusion- not confusion at what had been said, but rather at how she felt about it.

Mention of Mirage was always troubling to the painted girl, if only because she was nervous that the dragon queen would return to claim her throne, to usurp it from her and Kaj's hooves, to continue hiding the herd in the woods instead of using their might to go out and make the world a better place. And also, of course, the queen was rather fond of the title she held for reasons of power and notoriety and she wasn't quite ready to let it go. Still, it seemed to Kahlua that if Semira had known where her family was that she would be with them. “Your family is sorely missed,” she decided on finally. It was the truth, perhaps even the queen's truth, if it had not been colored by her fears. “Will you be staying with us long?”


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#8

{the stormbringer}
every day I'm cast away, a vagabond
battle born
</style>


Grass is sweet on his lips when it touches his ears: dragon song. Every muscle in his body seizes as his aurels lift and pale azures widen. For a few moments he is still, hide trembling with restraint, the only sign of the internal struggle he is suddenly faced with. It is not the first time he has imagined such sounds, when he was still agonizing over Mirage's disappearance and Vikram's departure with their foals. They were illusions every time, echoes of a time he both desperately wishes to return to and is repulsed by. Yet he chased them every time, hoping with every step that maybe this time it would be real, that the DragonHeart had returned at last. Though he was King of these lands, it was Mirage he had pledged himself to long ago, when he was a quiet and unassuming brute, and even when he was the newly ranked confident WingLeader at her side. Time had changed them all. He had lost his beloved Lead, and Destrier, his brother in arms and the finest WingLead he'd ever had the pleasure of working alongside. Gained so much in return...but was it worth the sacrifices he'd been forced to make?

His hesitance cannot keep him from investigating, from hoping. It is dragon song for sure, but it is...different from Mirage's feminine draconian lyrics. Heart beat faster, a wild hope budding in his mind. Perhaps...one of the twins had returned home? Even if he ended up chasing another flickering delusion, the golden king could not refrain from finding out. All at once he broke into motion, turning and loping towards the group that had gathered while he had suffered over chasing yet another potential dream. He arrives with a heavy staccato of hoofbeats, winding through the trees and through the throng of those gathered to lay eyes almost wildly upon the dragon child. He took a breath in, felt and heard it hitch in his throat, and murmured her name.

"Semira..."

Memories played in his mind, a reel of distorted color and sounds, vibrant and chaotic but memorable and cherished all the same. Two glittering babes whom he had watched over on multiple occasions, and yet had never gotten the chance to watch grow or become closer to. Platonic, loving smiles from a maw as dark as night, and deep chuckles paired with brotherly shoves from a dragon boy who Kaj had shared his many days and far more patrols with. The filly had been in his care both directly and indirectly, the once-WingLeader always attentive and alert, not doubting the abilities of the sire and dam but ready to protect them at any given moment. She was hardly a filly anymore, budding into adulthood with just as much splendor as her dam, and it hurt Kaj's heart to know he'd missed so much of the life of the fae he might have once helped raise in a timeline he did not belong to.

He is so shocked as to nearly stumble towards the small doe, but he cares naught for the views and judgments of those gathered, seeing in her eyes the same tiny foal he had once, in what felt like a lifetime past, been a shared guardian of. Pale golden maw extended to her, inhaling her scent while he is near, eyes soft like clear noon summer skies as he silently invites her to reunite with him in the briefest manner he can stand with the crowd around them. "Thank the Gods above...you are safe," he murmured, words meant only for her aurels, though he cared little if the others happened to catch it.

Laughing softly he draws away, whether she has reciprocated or not, and tries to choke down the knot in his throat at seeing her so beautiful and grown. "Why, I haven't seen you since you were but a babe, hardly even to my knees!" Crown shakes in sincere disbelief, for in her face he finds a familiar stranger, changed with time but still the same silently inquisitive foal that had always evaded his understanding like a playful kitten in the time he'd known her. Smile creased his lips and he shuffled his wings, heart feeling far more at ease. "Welcome home, Semira. We have missed you." I have missed you.

She had been so young...did she even remember him?


Aaron Posts: 260
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Alanna :: Common Hellhound :: Energy Drain Emily
#9


Aaron & Alanna</style>

In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti</style>


As much as he was glad to see the young dragon daughter home, it made him miss those who had still not returned that much more. Where was Mirage, Madryn, Maskan, Amaris, and so many others who had not returned home. Stop being dark and brooding. Not pleasant. Aaron cut his eyes to his bonded. She was right. They may never come home. Stop that. He returned his attention to the small group at hand, listening as the dragon child, who wasn't really such a child anymore spoke.

Just as he was about to ask about Kimber, Kaj arrived. The paint steed smiled slightly as the new King warmly greeted and welcomed the dragon child home. Truly, this is where Semira belonged. At least he hoped she felt at home. He had to admit, at times he no longer felt like the Edge was home. It was and yet it wasn't. This was the home he helped fight for. The home he had defended more than once. He had lost the rest of his blood family while living here. In that respect, he did feel like it was home. But then, his heart constantly ached for his family. His family that every tree and place within the Edge reminded him of them. It be okay. He glanced down to Alanna, who was sitting quietly at his side.

Then the gap came, where he could finally ask the burning questions he needed to know. How is Smoke? Vikram? Kimber? He hid the catch in his voice as he spoke her name. Oh how he needed her back. He needed the one he could let see his vulnerable side. The side only Alanna saw. But as long as he was gone, he would stay here. The little bit of family he did have left, those still loyal to the Qian, tied him here. Only she would be able to pull him away.

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Dragomir Posts: 275
World's Edge Glazier atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 5
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Bunnie
#10

The birds, they got help from below
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

The faces continue to trickle into the meeting as Kaj joins them, turning the numbers present from a lot to one too many for Dragomir to feel entirely comfortable among them all. The questions flow forth from their lips and he’s left standing there awkward in the half light of their stares as they are directed towards the dragon child alongside him, his heart increasing in rate by the minute as he finds he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do in this situation.

It’s not like he really needs to say anything, for Semira can answer them on her own, and so he feels as if he’s not really necessary here and should be carrying on with his day; however, he worries he’ll offend Semira above all the others if he simply leaves like he wants to, and so for a long while he just stands there flitting his blue eyes back and forth from each speaker, attempting to look normal while feeling so incredibly out of place its nearly painful.

Never one to flourish in situations of a social nature, he wishes that time would stop and he could just slip away on its under current, arriving at some later or past date when he was not surrounded by others and overwhelmed by his lack of ability to know what to do about it.

And so he does the only thing that comes to mind aside from simply getting out of dodge; he scoots nearer to Semira and hopes he doesn’t jostle her wings or startle her in the motion, clinging to the rock that had drawn this sea of faces around him.

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Semira Posts: 42
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Kachie
#11
Attentively, politely, the silver child did her best to keep her attention applied solely upon Kahlua as the painted mare spoke. It was only proper to be respectful to a leader when they were talking to you. Her head inclined slightly at the mention of her family being missed, a quiet hitch slipping into the yearling's breathing. If only they knew half of what she knew... At last the paint inquired, of all things, if Semira would be staying. It was with stifled humor that she refrained from answering immediately. Ironic, how Aaron and Dragomir had both welcomed her here as if her staying was a given, and yet this mare... had to ask? "That... is my intention, yes."

An ear, wreathed in gold, tipped toward the sound of heavy hoofbeats, and her gaze shifted toward them just as her name was murmured in deep tones. A brilliant smile crossed her features as she recognized her father's friend. "Uncle Kaj!" She chimed in delight, falling back into old habits in which everyone of the Qian was family of some sort. Which, really, had been truth. She took a step toward him as he reached out to her, bypassing a quick touch of muzzles to lean against him in a brief, almost embrace before she shifted back beside Dragomir. Breathlessly she giggled at the big stallion's observation, for it had been a long while since she'd actually run into him and not just glimpsed him in passing on patrols with Father. "Thank you." She fairly hummed with excitement and hushed humor. Another who greeted her home without question... but she had to give Kahlua the benefit of being the only one who hadn't known her as a foal, hadn't been incorporated into her extended 'family' before the darkness. But perhaps could be counted among their numbers in the near future.

It was then that she noticed how Dragomir shifted closer, and her gaze flicked back toward him in an almost question. Momentarily he bumped against her wing in the end sway of the last sideways step he took toward her, and she was dimly aware of a tension within her friend. Though he said nothing, she leaned briefly back and curved her tasseled tail over to brush against him. There was an impulse to say something to him, but she was quickly distracted by the inquiring tones of Aaron.

"They are well. The Wild Rose has chosen to tend a private garden in a valley beyond the mountains that border Helovia, but remains near. Father... is helping his sister with something. And Kimber... I think she'll be coming back soon. She isn't content like her mother to stay out there."

((So can she be official Edge now? XD))

Kahlua the Sunshower Posts: 662
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin
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Joy at the arrival of her king was planted plainly on the girl's face. The smile suited her well and the Edge seemed to hum along with her, wind blowing jovially through the trees and picking at her mane and tail. Kaj's arrival was fortuitous for another reason as well. Foals, in much the same way as love, implied chains, implied being tied down, implied being caged with wings clipped instead of free. Kahlua did not shudder to look upon the yearling or find her particularly distasteful. She was actual quite nice and the queen was pleased that she was back to become one of the Qian again. Still, Kaj was delightfully more welcoming than she was and started easy conversation while the queen had struggled along. Ah, the social butterfly stuck in a corner where she didn't know what to do. It was an interesting predicament.

“I'm glad to hear it. Forgive our wall, the mess will be cleared soon enough.” Silly wall, marring the beauty of the regal forest. But Dragomir had plans for the fallen panes and Kahlua was eager to see it go. Soon, their borders would stand clearer. Still, she managed a laugh, a happy sound, blue eyes falling to Aaron. It was a shame she did not know this would be one of the last times she would see him here in the draconian wood. And indeed, they felt draconian against with Semira back. Giving them all a nod of appreciation that they had come to the borders to greet Dragomir and the girl, Kahlua turned her head as a new call rang out from somewhere farther down the glass wall. “Forgive me, my friends. Someone else has come to meet us.” Giving Kaj a look that meant she could handle this and that he should stay to greet his friend, the queen left the group to their merriment, happily humming as she left.

OOC| Kahlua out, welcome back to the Edge!!

Kahlua
Here Comes The Sun
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