.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
06-16-2015, 04:06 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
The frost had numbed a lot of the pain that was the result of heartbreak. If her family had disappeared at any other time, she may have lost it. At least now, Edgar and her were both in their element, quite literally. So, instead angry, their elatedness was reduced to indifference. Which, in this case, could prove useful. So the duo took advantage of their "happier" state, and set off for the Threshold.
In winter, this land was always chalked full of interesting sights. Ice would cling in the most wondrous of ways to branches, and freeze entire rivers in their tracks. If that wasn't amazing, she didn't know what was. Taking flight in the direction of the Threshold only stabilized this belief, because from below, there were a multitude of new things to see. Although it was mostly forest, the trees still sang a different tune. Instead of being weathered and battered like the old trees of the Threshold, there were juvenile trees breaking into their first winter. Some were temporarily frozen in time, whilst the evergreens flourished, surviving all four seasonal tests. Edgar, who normally would be perched upon her poll, dove off her head. He ducked low into the treeline, following Elsa from below. As they went, he would point out the little things he found, and relay them to Elsa. This whole bond thing was starting to click for them, and both were able to support the other. It was in times like these, that they were both unwaveringly loyal to the other.
Sadly, their bonding exercise was cut short as Edgar spotted a gathering forming just inside the Threshold. He alighted the ground, patiently waiting for his bonded who landed soon behind. Elsa peered forward, listening in to the one that was speaking as they approached. Apparently, the paler one was the czar of the Hidden Falls. Who is he? Midas is- Her raging thoughts were suddenly cut off by Edgar's, who lowered his icy wings over her eyes to make her focus. 'You Edge. Forungi. Better than that now,' he chastised, slowly lifting his wings from her eyes. He was right, she was in a much better place now, but a wound takes time to heal. Not enough had passed quite yet, but it was becoming more bearable.
She moved slowly as she approached the group, stepping out of the snow she tried so hard to hide in. A small smile cracked across her face as she looked from Kaj, to the one who was still not named. She ducked her head to her chest, it was aimed toward the one she assumed to be new. "Hello you two. My name is Elsa, one of the Forungar of the World's Edge." Granted, she was the only Forungar, but she knew that was temporary. Majua and Torliek had ideas to add more, and Elsa was fine with that. The more that stood with her, the less that could stand against her. "Welcome to the land of Helovia," she finished, nodding towards the earth colored stallion. Edgar though, had not been introduced, and he delivered the all too familiar peck between the eyes. Elsa just snorted, scoffing at him before giving the "grand introduction" he supposedly deserved. "And before I gain another hole in the head, this is my companion Edgar." The cocky bird puffed up, doing his little charade as usual. If she didn't know him, she'd think him to be the king of some self-absorbed tiny bird army.
In winter, this land was always chalked full of interesting sights. Ice would cling in the most wondrous of ways to branches, and freeze entire rivers in their tracks. If that wasn't amazing, she didn't know what was. Taking flight in the direction of the Threshold only stabilized this belief, because from below, there were a multitude of new things to see. Although it was mostly forest, the trees still sang a different tune. Instead of being weathered and battered like the old trees of the Threshold, there were juvenile trees breaking into their first winter. Some were temporarily frozen in time, whilst the evergreens flourished, surviving all four seasonal tests. Edgar, who normally would be perched upon her poll, dove off her head. He ducked low into the treeline, following Elsa from below. As they went, he would point out the little things he found, and relay them to Elsa. This whole bond thing was starting to click for them, and both were able to support the other. It was in times like these, that they were both unwaveringly loyal to the other.
Sadly, their bonding exercise was cut short as Edgar spotted a gathering forming just inside the Threshold. He alighted the ground, patiently waiting for his bonded who landed soon behind. Elsa peered forward, listening in to the one that was speaking as they approached. Apparently, the paler one was the czar of the Hidden Falls. Who is he? Midas is- Her raging thoughts were suddenly cut off by Edgar's, who lowered his icy wings over her eyes to make her focus. 'You Edge. Forungi. Better than that now,' he chastised, slowly lifting his wings from her eyes. He was right, she was in a much better place now, but a wound takes time to heal. Not enough had passed quite yet, but it was becoming more bearable.
She moved slowly as she approached the group, stepping out of the snow she tried so hard to hide in. A small smile cracked across her face as she looked from Kaj, to the one who was still not named. She ducked her head to her chest, it was aimed toward the one she assumed to be new. "Hello you two. My name is Elsa, one of the Forungar of the World's Edge." Granted, she was the only Forungar, but she knew that was temporary. Majua and Torliek had ideas to add more, and Elsa was fine with that. The more that stood with her, the less that could stand against her. "Welcome to the land of Helovia," she finished, nodding towards the earth colored stallion. Edgar though, had not been introduced, and he delivered the all too familiar peck between the eyes. Elsa just snorted, scoffing at him before giving the "grand introduction" he supposedly deserved. "And before I gain another hole in the head, this is my companion Edgar." The cocky bird puffed up, doing his little charade as usual. If she didn't know him, she'd think him to be the king of some self-absorbed tiny bird army.
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
