Cool winds tug at a silken mane that is relatively longer than that of a male in these lands. Embedded in its color is in fact no color at all, for it is as fair as the snow in the northern lands around the crown of this stallion. Only as it fades down towards the brute's shoulders does snow turn to the cream of the sand that lies upon the beaches in the south. He embodies the sun, the snow, the sky, and the warmth. Azure eyes are pale and nearly frosty, as is the cloudless sky on a new winter day. Canvas is painted in aureate shades that the sun itself has kissed, and umber crawls from the earth to stain his legs and wings with yet another element. All this is formed into a single composition of tall frame and broad shoulders, though the face to this unnamed stag is not as unkind as his stature may lead others to think. He is Kaj, the newly crowned WingLeader of the World's Edge. In his eyes there is wisps of daydreaming, but on his face there is an openness that speaks of honesty and morals that run straighter than any compass. Power has not gone to his head, and the male desires it never to happen in the future. Camaraderie lies within every marrow, every tattoed part of his body. Will his members fear him? Respect him? Adore him? Ignore him?

So many things can happen, but Kaj does not dwell on them just yet. It is a story that can only be told with time, and hopefully one he can read through with his crown-brother Destrier. Though the two have not officially met, Kaj knows Mirage would not elect a WingLeader who could not meet her expectations. In fact, the brute is rather anticipating the day when he meets Destrier. They shall work together for quite a long time, and Kaj fiercely hopes they can do so peacefully with a brotherhood that forms between those in constant company of one another. In fact, that is the soul he is seeking out this brisk morning. Kaj was someone who took initiative, though it sometimes led to his own embarrassment when leading home multiple strays from the Threshold. So he intended to seek out this Destrier fellow and introduce himself, perhaps find something in common they could slowly build a friendship on. Kaj would not let Mirage down, not after she had gifted him with such an amazing title.

It is voices that draw him, many of them ringing out in the childish tones of delight that belong solely to foals. The sky brightens in his eyes, for Kaj adores children more than life itself. A large family has always been his long-term wish, to be surrounded nearly constantly by little ones tangling up in his legs and sleeping at his side. For once earthbound, the skydancer is searching for the one whom cannot do the same. Glad to have been in such a position, dark cocoa pillars moved forth into a smooth trot that had never been present in his father. His mother had constantly teased him for his awkward motions, the stumbling that made the warrior seem a clown off the battlefield. Kaj thanks his mother profusely for passing on the gaits of her breed to him, and not his fathers breed.

Smiling at these memories he slows upon approaching. The first to meet his gaze is a growing youth of alabaster, clearly past his first year. Around him gathers multiple small fillies, clearly all younger than him. Kaj recognizes none of them and already he desires to bring them beneath his wings and cuddle them. Foals always have been and always will be the weakness in his heart, his personal Achilles Heel. Just as the stallion he is coming up next to is introducing himself, Kaj is within range. Laughter nearly manages to worm its way out of his throat, but instead he lets out a soft chuckle. Ironic, isn't it? That he would find his fellow WingLead without truly looking for him? "And I am Kaj, also the WingLeader of the Edge." Pale sapphire eyes turned only to Destrier then, and though bloodless locks fall in his face momentarily there is warmth in every line of his face. "It is a pleasure, fellow Destrier, to finally meet you. May we be good comrades, and better friends in the seasons to come." Internally he winced. These Helovians still confused him. Did he sound too formal? In his land, giving eloquent and elaborate well-wishes and greetings was popular and even tradition. Would he confuse Destrier or make him uncomfortable? The poor brute couldn't seem to figure out one custom before turning and tripping right over another.

Gossamer, he recognize from the meeting, though her name is not within his mind. She had come when he had beseeched Mirage for the right to travel with Ink to the Throat, and had instead been gifted with a long stay with Rishima and said youth. Pale lips parted to speak to the foals, but another cuts in. The slightly hysterical edge to the tone in which this stranger speaks alerts Kaj immediately, and eyes turn to shards of glass cut from the expanse above. Turning, he came face to face with someone he knew well. Never did this stag forget a face or a name, and this one was unwelcome in many ways. Akaith had told him so, and that meant it was a direct order from Mirage. Kaj was a small bit taller than this brute, and definitely of larger mass, though size had never intimidated him before and wouldn't now. Destrier spoke calmly but sharply, but Kaj was not so kind. Had it been any other slightly suspicious party he would not have reacted as he did, but Mirage had ordered them that this stallion never set hoof in their borders. What truly set him into a rage was the fact that multiple foals and a mare lay behind him, the little ones unable to protect themselves.

What crime had this man committed to make Mirage loathe him so? Why did he question after their newly crowned WeyrLeader? Such questions would have to come later, for Kaj would not allow the devil one step closer to those children. "Ma'am, please move the little ones back a few paces," he rumbled to her, voice deep in his normal vocal range but with a growl of a slight order behind it. Kaj never threw his weight around without reason, and hoped Gossamer would obey. Massive wingspan began to open, a flash of pale color underneath. Age old instincts for dominance had his crown lowering in an action that was meant to be both a warning and a threat should it not be heeded. Stalking forward with deliberate steps, he stood beside Destrier, a united front against this slightly manic intruder. "You do not belong here, stranger. Leave now, or we shall forcefully remove you. This should not get nasty in front of the foals. Go back to whatever hole you crawled from, and leave our borders free of your presence." Ears fell back to his head, eyes narrowed. He did not yell, and threatened nothing about immediate action. Even so his posture screamed how ready he was to remove this vermin, and was suddenly aware that his protective instincts were in full swing with how he stood so that his wings and body shielded the younglings and Gossamer from view. Would Destrier understand the additional driving force behind his mannerisms? If not, he prayed Destrier would be the rational mind, as Kaj had been trained to protect or die. Once he was in such a state, it was hard to get out of it until the threat was removed.

The foals would not be harmed until his body lay lifeless and broken on the ground.