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Having taken a trip to the sky island once again, checked things at the tent, and otherwise occupied her time, the queen made time to return to her Edge homeland once again. She moved with purpose across the land, her glass basket settled daintily in her mouth. On the bottom, there were a variety of orange and purple feathers, a gray one, a mechanical scorpion that clicked and whirred and a music box that was silent for the time being. On her withers, his forelimbs stretched up onto her neck and his head between her ears enjoying the breeze, Khan rode with her. His claws were tightly entangled in her mane. She had only known him a moment, but all of her apprehension about love and letting him into her mind was gone. She had tried to shield herself, tried to protect herself, but there had been no rhyme or reason to her worries. Kaj had been correct all along- she had been foolish and frightened, unreasonable in her desires to avoid loving him for fear of a past that had been filled with cruelty in the name of love. She went to the Edge now to find him, as he was not on the island, to tell him, to reveal what she had come to learn through only weeks of interaction with the little feathered beast that rode on her back. As she crossed the shattered glass border, bouncy trot carrying her lightly through the small and large fragments of deranged glass, she actually smiled to be back in her homeland. She had been worrying so much about troubles and weights on her shoulders but she had finally found that there could be a lightness to these. She only needed to find her king, to face him, to tell him. So she searched, and searched, and the day grew long and still she wandered the Edge, periodically calling her king’s name, Khan’s draconian song occasionally adding to the call. But the Stormbringer was nowhere to be seen. At least not for the moment. But Kahlua’s mind was relieved of her worry about Kaj’s strange disappearance when a call rang out from the border. Frowning at having to interrupt her search, the painted woman gathered her basket and moved back towards the glass wall. In fact, as she reached the crumbling structure and noticed who stood just beyond, she nearly dropped her basket on the ground as her mouth opened in shock. Slowly she settled it on the ground, to save it from cracking, but other than this deliberate motion the queen was amazingly quiet and still. Her head, riding a high as it had been, suddenly crashed back to earth. Almost without thought, her ears went back upon her head. She had worked so hard for this queendom, was almost coming to accept herself as leader and accept her responsibilities as necessarily, was ready to accept a life of love with her king, and here he had come back to take it all from her? Had he come back just a week or two in the past she would have gladly handed it over to him, bowed down to him and let him steal the troubles from her shoulders, but now? Now she could not. “Thor?” her voice came, but the soprano sound was almost cold- quite unlike the doting, sing-song tones he would have known. Sensing his bonded’s disquiet, the feathered dragon jumped from the Sunshower’s back, scampering to stand in front of her, young though he was. As he did so, he accidentally scurried across the button that made her music box play. The beautiful song was usually calming to her, but now it only sounded eerily out of place as its happy melody cut through the tension that stood between her and the draft beast across the border. @[Thor]- do you want to be tagged every time? Glad to see you back!! Here Comes The Sun |
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for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
