Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

None of this was true was it? Even after her decision the night terrors and stress had driven her to insanity. The relentless wanderings had kept her up here. She was unable to escape, the line between the sleep and day dimensions unrecognizable. Even if she wanted to leave, her mind would not let her. Unfortunately for Elsa, this mare wasn't going to kill her. A crook of her mouth gave something reminiscent of a frown. This could have been her way out of one world and into the other. Eventually though, the age-old expected question fell from her mouth. Was she a Falls member? "Maybe once, but no longer." Her voice was filled with apt wonder, trying to decipher how things had gotten this far. She twitched her nose in irritation stepping forward. "Why do you wish to know?" Her eyes drew across the body, watching and waiting. She was a spy, for sure. Her knees faltered again as she nearly gave out from exhaustion.

Though, her mind changed as she asked about the Edge. What was going on there exactly? Well, Elsa had not one offing idea. In her mind, that entire lovey-dovey meeting had been a sweet dream that didn't exist. They should never want her there, even if they did think she had potential. Elsa was a ticking crazy bomb. "I know things." She drew out her words long and pointed, tilting her head to add effect. Of course, all of the stuff she knew thus far was true, but Elsa truly believed them to be fake. Honestly, a good knocking out may do her some good. Forced sleep is better than no sleep. "So why are you so close to the Falls, and who are you? She questioned, stepping back into the shade. Either way, the rays were falling heavily upon her hide. Each word taking an immense amount of energy and focus.

Edgar stirred then, finding some will to be apart of the conversation. He was her brain, and obviously, they both physically and mentally were not working. They were just marionettes, falling to the will of their of first thoughts. Thinking any deeper would be too hard; and was always pointless. No amount of thinking was bringing back those she needed. Instead, it seemed to be pushing her farther out to sea, away from them all. Maybe she should just drink some salt water, that would quicken the pace for a bit. Reaching down, she tore at the "salt water" but was really just licking grass. Fantastic look Elsa, real, real classy. Once she was done, she looked at the girl and shook her head as if to force her to continue talking. Edgar peeped in harsh agreement, drunkenly stepping forward and plopping off her face onto the ground. It didn't hurt him, but he peeped in disgust while working his way over to the other mare. There was a semblance in here that something was wrong, and he needed to get Roskuld to help.

"talk"
@[Roskuld]