Kahlua watched with a strange sense of knowing as the mare prepared to pack her bags and run. It was rare the Kahlua understood the feelings of others, being somewhat on the unintelligent spectrum of world, but fear in the face of stranger was something she had come to know well since entering Helovia. Ever since Onni's strange and cryptic warning of the dangers that hid in the night, Kahlua had been on edge. Perhaps that was another reason for her compulsive trips to the Threshold. Perhaps safety in numbers, the idea that a large herd in the Edge would keep her safe, was something that she strove for. If it was, it was not something she thought about to herself, but there were many things she did not think of.

Mercy. As the mare bowed her head, Kahlua afforded the newcomer the same respect. Though she took care of herself, she rarely judged others for a lack of care. As it was, she was somewhat marred herself. The long scar on a left thigh a reminder of a battle she had not wanted to fight. I seek shelter. As the mare told her story, Kahlua could not help but have her heartstrings pulled on. “I lost my home and family in a fire,” she replied, her mind drifting off briefly to remember her brother Fuhrer and the two that she had called Mother and Father.

For a moment Kahlua allowed herself to be distracted by those who now existed only in her memories. The step of the other mare brought Kahlua back to reality. She was beginning to take her own step forward, to come closer to the heartbroken newcomer, when the other stumbled to the ground. Taking a few quick steps forward out of a strange sense of motherly concern for this other mare, Kahlua quickly wondered if she had scared the mare. A preemptive, “I'm sorry,” fell from her lips as she came up to the mare. The mare's own apology reached her ears and then Kahlua let herself laugh, a quiet but lively chuckle. It was not mean or judging, just a strange habit of the mare's the laugh when she did not know what else to do.

Lowering her nose to the mare's shoulder, Kahlua reached out in an attempt to make contact. A warm breath of air blew from her nostrils before she spoke again. “Rise, if you can. I can offer you a shoulder to lean on if you need it.” Was she really so motherly as to offer this mare help? Perhaps not, and yet she was doing it. In fact, this would be the second mare from the Threshold she had offered a shoulder to lean on. “I am from the World's Edge. We are a strange and eclectic group,” she said echoing Smoke's words to the last mare she had brought home, “but our aim is only to find peace in this world.” She paused a moment to look to the mare again. “If you think you would fit among us, I would be happy to bring you there.”