Night had fallen and brought with it frost which chased the poisoner into the grove he had tucked himself into for the night. His breath had long become visible and exhaled as mist into the midnight blue which blanketed the sky. Usually, night time was filled with liveliness and never ending business to attend to for him in the past, now in Helovia the only sound that greeted him was the chilly night air that whistled through the trees of the far off sound of waves that crashed off of the sheer cliffs. While he didn't regret leaving Dorobo in the slightest, after all, he had left out of necessity and everything which pertained to self-preservation and survival —he certainly missed the buzzing night air and the entertainment it brought with it.

Fortunate was it he, that the boredom did not last for long. Much to his pleasure and sanity, crowned head turned towards the source of the noise, large spiraled horns knocked against low hanging branches as they moved. The voice was distinctly feminine in nature, it questioned what he assumed was the glass ruins which littered the borders of the forested herdland and he let out a breathless chuckle in response. The voice died out after that, and so did the sound of hooves against the dirt and he frowned, well, he better go and see what all the fuss was about. Kiuaji raised himself from his sheltered grove in one fluent motion and moved forward, his pace set at an elegant, deliberate trot toward the mare in question.

As he neared the borders, he heard a second voice, this one distinctively younger and cracked. Someone was up past their bedtime, it seemed, disturbed by the first mare maybe? Amethyst eyes scanned the surrounding tree line and foliage until he spotted an unfamiliar speckle of white blooming between darkened green. A filly, with wings as white as first snow. An unusual babe of unicorn and pegasus, such a sight in Dorobo was unheard of as well as forbidden, if there were any, and Kiuaji was well traveled in his lands from the northern reaches to the southern jungles — he had not seen nor heard a hair of their unusual beauty.

"It is only I." He chose to respond, tone sweet and airy as he decided to check the youngling out before he moved forward to greet the arrival on the border. The poisoner approached with a curious look upon his marked brow, choosing not to lower his head to get a better look. He had a perfectly good set of eyes that didn't need to prod and be pressed closer, keen eyes searched and began to unravel the cautious one. He had seen those symptoms before, many times. Naughty, he inwardly scolded, the little one was wrapped up in an inward battle with substances he regularly worked with and came into contact too. If he was more fatherly, he might've openly scolded her on the spot and demanded to speak to her father. Unfortunately, he didn't have a paternal bone in his body and only saw the sickened irony of a foal, barely  a breath from it's first cycle treading down a darkened path. "A nice night to take a stroll, no? Clears one's mind of it's battles, refreshes the body for the 'morrows troubles." Kiuaji's comment was veiled, it danced around the direct meanings but he spared her a sardonic look as he swung his grand head away and proceeded through the thicket and out onto the glass ruins, deep purple gaze flickered back to her once more with his next words. "We have company."

"Someone did indeed build it." He answered, a pleasant look worn like a mask over his face and he came to a stop a couple steps short of her position. Kiuaji stood in front of her as a vision of a delicate specimen, hip and hind cocked to the right as he tail hung about his hocks and hooves like silken wraps. "I hear it was quite something in it's glory days, now it's rather pointless." Accentuating his point with a small tap hard enough to shatter a piece of the glass which lay near his feet — it shattered without much resistance and sprinkled the grass with it's glittering remains. "I must say," He began, eyes going from her face to the trinkets she wore, they reminded him of the ones he wore back in Dorobo — the ones he had abandoned on the night he left — and he let out a wishful sigh, "your jewelry is quite remarkable, where did you come across such pieces?" Ringed ear flicked forward and then back, presumably to check to see if the alabaster filly would be making an appearance before he continued, the large earring there catching it's precious gem in the moonlight and it glittered more brightly for it.

"Welcome to the Edge, what brings a stranger to our doorstep this night?"