As she waits for him to reply she’s groping in the darkness. Her feet shuffle carefully below her as she tries to move towards a wall. She’s careful to move slowly, avoiding accidentally running into Oxy or any others who happen to be here. The sand is cool underfoot, and for the first time in a long while, she longed for the heat of the sand in the sun. She remembered the little sandy nook that existed just beyond the forest of her kingdom. Ana and herself used to go there nearly every day. They would race across the sand, finding out who was faster and stronger in the sand. Elsa won every time, but occasionally she would slow and let Ana win, her younger body just couldn’t keep up with Elsa most of the time. Elsa wondered how her sister was doing. By now she was just coming of age. Elsa wondered if she had a young foal on the way by now, or if she was even paired.

Lost in thoughts, and ignoring the darkness in front of her, she hit a wall shoulder first. She winced, but moved along so her wing was just gently scraping across the rough surface. She heard a reply come from Oxy, but it wasn’t his normal, slightly sassy self. Worried, she tried to move toward him. With the way this place was built, she worried that maybe she was moving in the completely opposite direction of where she needed to be moving.

A few more moments passed as she walked forward, and in the darkness, she met a faint outline. She couldn’t tell who it was, but she didn’t move any closer. She nickered softly, hoping it was Oxy. If not, well, this would just be a little awkward. "Why did you leave so quickly? I was worried something was wrong." She said calmly. Her voice was oddly smooth, not her normal voice. She was genuinely afraid of making Oxy hate her. He was practically the only one she saw on a semi-regular basis. Other than that, everyone was just an acquaintance. In Helovia, Oxy was the closest thing to a friend she could have. If she broke that, well, she'd just be alone again. She could survive, but she'd rather not revert back to square one.

She stood awaiting his reply, her wing against the cold rock. In quiet pain she reached out, as if wanting to offer a comforting touch, but quickly pulled her head back in. From what she knew, Oxy was not someone that would appreciate. So there she stood, letting him decide if he wanted her to stay, if not, she'd be out in a flash. She would disappear and leave him be.

"Talking"

Elsa