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Of course Essetia knew what had become of the Windtossed Foothills, but she did not want to let this pale stranger know of her knowledge on the matter. However, it was still hard for her to pretend she knew absolutely nothing of Helovia, so when Elsa launched into the sparse details surrounding things Essetia already knew, all she could do was nod complacently. She failed to mention things here and there, but who could blame her? The Threshold was no longer truly a place of welcoming, but instead a place of recruiting as fast as one could understandably rush through the many facts in need of sharing, per every new ear. The badger-faced child could only smile warmly at Elsa for her efforts, knowing sadly that if her first companion had been from the Basin, she would have willingly followed if only to avoid crossing paths with her father in the Edge- being that he himself had returned as well. Essetia didn’t want to take the chance and therefore found the newly renamed “Falls” to be the perfect alternative.
Romul, still hesitant about his companion’s approach, whined softly at her side. All that he had ever truly known of home had been in the World’s Edge, but he had no choice but to follow his beloved into whatever darkness she deemed fit. However, his worries carried through their bond with a strange heaviness that Essetia could not afford to ignore. Distractedly, the girl turned from Elsa in order to dip her face towards the pale canine with anxious eyes. We’ll be safe. Please… trust me.
Romul’s golden eyes sparked with something resembling resentment before flickering away to contemplate a stray twig that had been uncovered from the thin layer of ice and snow. Though he refused to confront his companion in the midst of company, the defiant young wolf would take his complaints to the grave with him if he had to. However, Essetia had little time to deal with her childish beloved, even when he raised many valid points about returning to the Edge again. Shaking her mighty head, the girl pointed a determined gaze at Elsa. “I think the Falls would be a lovely home for us. I don’t need to consider elsewhere because you have been kind enough to collect us from this mire.” The bay stepped forward, forcing the canine at her feet to rise in unison with an irritated grunt. Big dummy.
Don’t taunt me Romul.
She was content to ignore his plaintive sigh as she drew closer to the Ivory mare and her bonded. The whole meeting had been rushed and somewhat distant, but both mares would be leaving with something they valued- Essetia with a new home and Elsa with a much valued new recruit. The bay had no doubts that the Falls could potentially benefit from her valiant personality in spite of the fact that she had inherited it from her father. She wanted to forget her past and the Hidden Falls would be the perfect place for her to do just as much… | |
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