oh come forth
into the storm and rout
and be my love in the rain

Kaj was a single stallion with a continent too wide for his abilities to adequately cover. It could be argued - no, not even that for it was practically indisputable fact - that Kaj was an over achiever. He was a soul founded on dedication and loyalty, and with no mate or blood kin to speak of, that faith turned towards his herd. In part it was his upbringing, which was based on ideals of brotherhood and kinship that surpassed Helovians in his experience. However part of it was simply his own ideology. 

The continent was massive, and he a mere speck in the working order. Sleep never came easy for the Czar. He trusted his warriors and similarly held strong faith in Ktulu and the patrols she had constructed. There was no real logic behind his paranoia, merely a deep, profound emotional connection to the land and his people. They had followed him even when he had diverged from the sworn oath of peace that he'd upheld as King of the Edge. We're any harm to fall upon them while he slumbered, or due to his lack of foresight - or even more illogically, if he was not patrolling at all hours even when there were set rotations for that - he'd never be able to forgive himself. 

Undoubtedly Kaj took on too much, but his shoulders never wavered and his soul remained a steadfast source of light and guidance for his people. Or at least, he hoped so. Kaj had made mistakes in the past, and he sought absolution and redemption with the budding of his faith - guided from afar by Ophelia's steady hand. But he'd die for his herd and his family, and he'd rip craters into the earth and draw out the demons from below to sell his soul to keep them safe. 

So he never truly rested. His body became accustomed to fewer hours of sleep and heavier work days. He picked up more patrols, his worry seeming to constantly gnaw at his stomach until any attempt at relaxation inspired a deep abiding guilt inside him. So Kaj simply stooped. He'd have to find someone to speak to, someone to set his head straight. But he and Quilyan were still on tremulous ground, and he therefore didn't want to visit Resplendence for fear of finding him there or giving Quilyan the wrong idea. Again. 

The end of his patrol seemed to have plopped him right into Resplendence's path, however. At least she was occupied with someone at the borders. Still...his brotherly concern for her had him quietly moving forward, listening to their conversation as he approached at a slow amble. Resplendence was easy to underestimate, the truth was more liable to come out at times when faced with the frailty of his doctor. 

Stepping out from the thick undergrowth he continued his way up the incline and towards the pair, drawn tall even as he smiled towards Resplendence in greeting. Then pale eyes turned towards Rohan. "If those intentions are still pure, then let this be your home anew." He could not turn everyone away on fear and wariness, a certain amount of trust was always utilized when accepting any new member. A game of chance. 

"Resplendence is our Earth Medic, Lakota our poisons master and Apothecary, and Miykael our Caretaker. Should you wish to be tutored in any of the healing arts still, I can help you seek them out. Jobs are an important part of residing in this land, and seeking knowledge is a proud goal." His eyes flitted over the form of the cocoa Pegasus before him, wondering - as he always did when others stood upon his borders asking for acceptance - if this was the right choice. "So long as your allegiance is to the Falls, you are welcome."