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07-17-2014, 05:24 PM
 K A H L U A
The queen traipsed the land gaily, dancing with a lightness that she had not allowed her heart to feel in a long time. She was beginning to live with the fact that she was a murderess, understand that it was not her fault and that there was nothing she could have done, accept that she was just an unwitting pawn thrown into Aurelia’s path of destruction. The Moon Goddess has soothed her aching soul, mended her shattered glass heart, and put the girl back together. Her patron was a kind deity, a loving mare if a bit cold at times, and Kahlua could not have been prouder to serve her. While she strayed away from her kingdom today, for only a few hours at the most as there was much to do and so little time to do it in, the queen decided that it had been far too long since she had attempted to complete her quest for the Lord Sun. She had spoken to two unicorns, one racist and one not, and had conversed at length with Eva about racism and herds and politics. Now she only had to find a racist equine to complete her task. The queen frowned at the very idea, of course, but it was a task she could not ignore. She needed this quest to help save her people. So she danced around the meadow, stopping to ask any equine stranger she saw about unicorns and pegasi, trying to gauge their level of like or dislike, attempting to determine who she could speak to about this matter without causing upset or strife. Still, no matter how many she asked, it seemed that all were at least ok with the other species. That was how it should be, of course. Looking back towards her homeland, the queen sighed. It would be time to go now- she needed to be there for her family. It was only as she was getting ready to head home that she heard a soft, sad voice speak out. Why must I live in a land of filth and muck? As the ground around her was as clean as she supposed it could get, the queen cocked her head in curiosity and decided to delay her trip home for a moment longer. “What filth and muck do you mean?” she asked kindly, nodding her head in greeting. “I’m Kahlua.” |
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
