For some reason she found herself wandering within the secret grove. Why? She had no idea. Maybe it was some deep hidden desire, but, for the most part, she was not aware. Edgar flitted about above her, his fluffy wings starting to loose their baby feel as he grew into a more defined bird-ball instead of a fluff-ball.

He, unlike her, had a much better vantage point. From above, he could look down on his "citizens" and that is when he spotted something. A large, fruitful tree had sprouted from the pond in which it grew. A wonderful scent wafted around them both, and they hummed in agreement; they must get some of this delicious smelling fruit. Edgar landed upon Elsa's back, figuring it'd be much easier (and much less exhausting) to steal a ride.

The two trotted towards the tree, stopping a few meters back to enjoy the view. The tree was strong, and the scent was so heavy you could almost see where it was. The fruit were plentiful, each one a different color and pulsing vibrantly with life. Edgar took off, flying a three-sixy before deciding that he would like to get the purple one for Elsa. Elsa nodded, not quite sure if she should trust it. However, it smelled sooooo good. Nothing of harm could come from something so sweet right?

In his talons, Edgar gently clutched the fruit before laying it gently at her hooves. Elsa reached down, picking it up carefully and chewing small bites. Deciding it tasted good, she swallowed a bit. Edgar, pleased with his work settled to where he was used to being; right between her ears. If they were both lucky, maybe they would get this tree all to themselves!


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[Elsa eats a purple fruit if that's an applicable color. :P]

It was a cool night, near cold, but the gold was protected. Walking through the willows the long branches brush seek to brush his back with their cool touches, but all they find is a think white coat. A wolf coat to be exact. The golden proudly sports his winter wear. One of his two hides at last finding use. It hung to the right side of his back, its front paws wrapped around his Spanish neck. One his left side they came together bound by a vine found in this very wood. The cool nights touch, usually so chilling to the golden son, was no match for him tonight. That wasn’t his only protection though. A gift from the world itself lay twisted and circling in cool touch upon his crown, grasping at its center a white stone to remind him of its creator. In fact, she was actually how he found himself here.

Planning. Believe it or not the golden actually did plan things out. It would not be easy but he was planning to show that sultry goddess that he was every bit as clever and sly as the best. No. He was the best. Having discovered this place that afternoon with the twisted horned, and bird child the gold found it peacefully, and alluring. A perfect place to walk and think. The sky island had also called itself to him, but ever since those strange events there, he had been wary of it. Something was not right. Coming at last round to the lake side the gold settles in to drink his thirst after his long walk. Yet greeting him there, was so alluring, all his thoughts were forgotten.

Sweet. Like fresh spring grass. No, like flowers, nah sweeter. The golden could not place it, but his legs could also not stop. Coming out of the shadows of the night he finds the lake as it had been before, but now at its center, a large tree. Weathered with age, though he was sure it could not have been there long. Roots like bridges crisscrossed the lake and already some were carefully crossing to its fold. The golden son was a curious beast, and at the moment, its scent and odd appearance drew him closer. Stepping out with nimble limbs, and cloven hooves, the gold trips across the natural bridge to the tree’s weathered looking trunk. There growing above him were silver leaves, nestling fruits with the loveliest glows. Body near begged for one. So there, to the right, one caught his eye. A golden one of course. Perfect. The twin horn reared up and teeth grabbed it gently, pulling it from its place. The aroma fills him, devour it, it commands. But the golden was as selfish as he was curious.

With it gently grasped in his teeth the gold swiftly leaves his place by the tree. Near leaping on land the gold lowers his prize to the earth to see its pure gold gleam again. He had every intention of eating it. Oh he had to look upon it once more, to see its beauty before he tasted its assured sweetness. Lowering it he looks at it again. White wolf hide slips slightly on his shoulder, but can thinks of nothing else but that fruit. He had never seen a fruit like this, but others were eating it right? Curious and selfish as he was, the gold was not a test monkey. Keeping the fruit well nestled between his hooves he looks over to the tree beyond where others were eating their fruit. Earth eyes narrowed with scrutiny, and he hesitated. Surely the sweet fruit of gold called, well yelled at him, but the golden was growing more suspicious as he watched other fall into a feeding. What was this strange fruit?


OOC:: Thran takes a golden fruit, but in stopping to admire its beautiful gold color, hesitates, and looks to the others trying to decide if he should eat it.

As she takes the first bite and swallows, she pauses, waiting for something to happen. Will she die? Will she never be able to walk again? Elsa is almost expecting something terrible to happen... but it doesn't.

As the rest of the fruit slides it's way down her throat, both her and Edgar finally notice who all is here. As she looks up; she is surprised at the numbers. Six or more have gathered here, all eating, all munching away. None seem drastically disturbed, so Edgar yet again flies to the tree and plucks another violet fruit to bring back.

Yet, this time is different. The tree begins to play the most harmonious melody. Elsa falls into a lulling sleep, and suddenly Edgar wants in on this too! Unable to hear the fruit, he dives in for a bite, only to also fall under the spell. Both Edgar and Elsa begin to relish in both taste and sound; they have no fears anymore. What bad can happen at a sweet, singing tree in the middle of the night?

As the rest of the current fruit slides down their throats they sit content like fed babies, ready to eat even more of this delicious bearing. For once in her life, Elsa finally trusts the Gods. Whatever they were doing here, it sure did not seem bad. In fact, this was the single most delicious gift she had ever received in her entire life! Edgar flies to the tree, more than ready to pick another juicy fruit.
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