Much, nearly too much had happened in the wake of the last few days. Not only had a musically inclined otter given her the gift of eternal winter, but she was now feeling incredibly hormonal and fat. It wasn't an obnoxious fat, but her sides had distended enough to catch her attention in the past few weeks. There was a lurking feeling in her mind that it wasn't for overeating, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Lord knows that if she was pregnant... how would she handle it? Most importantly how would Oxy handle it. She loved him and all, but he was not the type she would peg to be all that fatherly. At least there was a chance... it was still too early to tell, right?

So when the call of an all too familiar Midas rang throughout the Falls she groaned. She was quite comfortable on the ground, and with her current state she wasn't exactly ready to stand before a crowd to talk should she be asked. Yet again, another change of plans. Slowly she pushed herself off the ground, it was awkward and much less graceful than it used to be. She'd normally fly to something like this but god dang, her wings were sore. With an irritated sigh she began her journey, the only thing keeping her from walking back to sleep was the fact that she had her own personal flurry. Without that, she'd easily melt back into a coma-like state.

Edgar too, at least joined her mid-way on her journey. His little claws latching onto the mane just between her ears. He was still just a baby.. and oh god.. how can she deal with another? It was her thoughts that kept jumping back to that conclusion, but how? The first time she was no where near pregnant and got through all of the season without a single complaint. Now, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck and asked to walk a tightrope across a gaping chasm. At this point she'd just like to fall off of it.

So when she reached the little gathering, she went no further than the treeline. Should Midas and Ghost need to see her, she was visible, but otherwise would hide from the rest of them. Ahead she could see some familiar faces; Rostislav, Agrona, Essetia and Kirah but none she wished to converse with at that moment. A little anger brewed within her when she didn't see him. If she had to drag her butt here, so should he. So, with a flick of her tail, she continued to snow, with nothing but the company of herself and Edgar, who now was sleeping quietly.

"Talking"

Elsa