Kahlua trotted happily through the forest, the moon letting it's reflection down upon her and causing a plum colored stone to twinkle around her neck. She was proud of the amulet she had found and held her head high so that it was that much more visible to any she might happen across. What she didn't like was the foot long strike across her left thigh. Thinking of it, Kahlua turned her head to look at it and sighed. It was a battle mark she should not have earned. She had stumbled into the war of the Edge quite on accident and had managed to stupid her way through a few attacks before the other had run off. Not before he had slashed her viciously with his horn, though. She had hoped it would heal properly as her body was not one meant for scars. Unfortunately, luck was not her friend. That said, the wound was probably more detrimental to her pride than her good looks.

Turning her head back to front, Kahlua was surprised to find several tree branches in her path, which she had no time to avoid before crashing through them ungracefully. Their snapping echoed through the forest and Kahlua slowed to a walk. Though the amulet gave her hope the gods were watching over her, she still feared the dark and the monsters it bore. Shaking her body free of any stick debris that had lodged itself there, she looked about suspiciously for any signs of evil. Finding none, she settled slightly and continued to preen in an effort to maintain her looks- one of the few things going for her. Is anyone there? A voice broke through the shadows and Kahlua nickered, a hint of nerves still in her call.

Moving to where she thought she heard the voices, Kahlua was surprised to find not one, but two, winged stallions before her. Shaking her head as she stopped, Kahlua wondered for a moment if she was seeing double. When head shaking did not not help, a deep breath in did. Though very similar, the scents had just a hint of difference. This was reality. “Hello friends, I'm Kahlua. Welcome to Helovia.” She smiled kindly, a nod given to each of them in turn. “What can I call you?” As she waited for a response she looked over each of them in turn, trying to find a difference. The only she could see were the strangely opposite, but well matched, manes and tails.