The sound of cantering hooves were enough to pull the queen from her idle wandering of the land. Having run an early morning patrol with Parelia, she was now trying to spend the day getting used to the idea having a dragon with her and be one with her. So many changes were happening so quickly for the painted mare, she was finding herself hard-pressed to deal with them all at once. Especially since her simple mind was not equipped to deal with such things. Thoughts of love, of responsibilities she did not want, of lifetimes spent as a prisoner instead of a free woman. She sighed. The Lady Moon had to have a plan for her here, as queen… she just hadn’t found it yet.

Pressing the button on the music box that rode in her glass basket, felt her load become heavy in her mouth as the newborn blue settled in the basket as well, seemingly as drawn to the music as she was. She had played the song so many times while he was still an egg, he must have known the song as well as she did. Between her ears, her metal scorpion toy clicked and whirred contentedly, watching where she went with lifeless eyes.

As she walked down the wall, she finally caught sight of the cause of the noise- a pair of horses, slowing as they crossed the border. Smiling through the basket handle that sat in her mouth, Kahlua picked up her familiar bouncy trot and quickly closed the distance between herself and the others. “He’wo frens!” she called, her bright soprano muffled by the presence of the basket handle and the tinkling of the music box, whose song was quickly drawing to a close.

Settling her basket on the ground, Khan hopping up to the basket handle and then to Kahlua’s withers as his free ride ended, she couldn’t help but smile at his antics. She had been apprehensive at first, but maybe… just maybe, it would not be so bad. “Welcome to the Edge, I’m Kahlua, queen,” she commented directly to Ira, nodding her head to him. “Cheveyo, it’s been too long,” she added, for surely it had. The last time they had been together… well, there had been an awful lot of chaos. Kahlua was kind of glad she had been neglecting finding Aurelia. “A friend looking for rest or a home?” she queried to either of them.

And, as quick as the feathered dragon had bounded up to her back, he was back on the floor “sneaking” towards the hooves of the newcomer, upon which he quickly attempted to pounce, although surely his bright blue coloration provided him no camouflage. Kahlua laughed at his childish antics, blue eyes looking apologetically towards Ira, hoping he would not be too upset by the actions of the young one.


@[Cheveyo]