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02-10-2015, 01:39 PM
Just because a cleansing was night did not mean that the Threshold could be abandoned. In fact, it was quite the opposite. With the boat on the verge of getting through a flood, those in the Threshold needed to come across some sort of identity. Otherwise, if it was in the midst of craziness (like with the wraith plague), everyone was flustered and scattered about. All outcast bands were thrown to the wind and herds reconstructed in a matter of months. That can be quite overwhelming to those not familiar with Helovia and it's quirks. A light trot picked up as the crossed through the Edge of forest. In the heat of summer, this forest seemed suffocating. The humidity, although among shadows, made it feel as if she were breathing water. It seemed that no matter where one went, there was no escape from the side effects of summer. Sweat began to dew along her back as she looked in desperation. The further she had to go to search, the more time in this wretched heat. For once, Elsa wished the Falls could follow her around. The waterfalls and ponds created a wonderful respite during this time of year. Edgar, who had been flying above, called for Elsa's attention. He on the other hand, basked in the heat. For an "arctic" zephyr, he sure acted like a phoenix. Dipping down he perched upon his bondeds head as the trekked forward. He led the way to this seemingly new pale mare. Pale mares need to stick together, yes? After only a few moments travel the mare came into view. She was an equine from first sight. Her body was a mixture of pale colors, something Elsa had often not seen. Usually markings like these were a stark contrast of white on black. Smiling, she approached as Edgar peeped his own greetings. "Welcome to Helovia." She began. She tucked her head down in a greeting of respect. "Assuming you are new... since you don't smell like the Helovian lands." Her elaboration was for the off chance that this mare was from Helovia. That would be quite an embarrassing moment. "My name's Elsa. Looking for a home?" It was such a straightforward question. Might as well hop to it, considering Elsa was looking forward to getting out of this gosh dang sun. "Talking" Elsa |
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
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