One surprise meeting was enough for the queen, who had all but feinted to see Thor standing at her borders. But it was just par for the course in her life, another day and another moment spend dealing with some unexpected circumstance, some unwanted trouble, some unneeded stress. But she had returned to the Edge with a purpose, and she was determined to complete her mission. She wound find Kaj- she had to find him- but where was still a mystery. She had not seen him on the island, she had not seen him here in the wood… could it be that he still lingered at the desert borders deep in the south, parlaying with hopeful friends?

It mattered not- the feathered blue that rode upon her back suddenly broke into draconian song at the sound of another beast just down the wall. He had never met another dragon, but it seemed instinctual to him to call back and, when he caught site of the red flitting through the forest top, Khan all but exploded off of the Sunshower’s back, leaving a few new cuts upon her shoulders. Flinching, she watched him flap valiantly towards Rathunax. The playful child immediately took to chasing after Rathunax, swatting at his elder’s tail when he should have been showing respect.

Inattentive as ever, though she had come to love him- Kahlua ignored the beast and his chaos. She was not much of a mother figure. “It has taken time to rebuild what the monsters stole from us,” she said after she cleared the forest and set her glass basket (containing feathers, metal scorpion and music box) onto the grass, having heard Daemyn’s question about the wall as she approached. Peace, order, ranks… all had required time to reorganize and get used to. Especially for her. “Besides, there’s a lot of wall,” she admitted with a frown, looking left and right. The whole thing had taken her a month or more of sleepless nights, but she had built it and had been so proud. Now it only ashamed her to think of what the wall symbolized.

“Nayati,” she said fondly then to the painted woman. She had yet to converse closely with the mare, but she had longed to for some time. Now she would have the chance. But there was business to attend to, it seemed, for Daemyn’s face was not one she recognized at all. “Hello friend, welcome to the Edge. I’m Kahlua, queen. What should I call you?” The normal business, meet and greets, exchanging information, good days and how-do-you-do’s, but this was the one part of Kahlua’s job that she enjoyed with every fiber of her being. Her radiant smile proved this fact easily enough.

.KAHLUA