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06-24-2015, 09:43 AM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
The universe was beginning to convince Elsa that it hated her. It had already been hard enough to face the new czar of the Edge, but now facing the actual idiot that tried to take her on? Elsa's attention flickered to Aaron, watching warily as he approached. Some wounds don't heal, but at least she had left him with a few injuries; marks she hoped he would never forget. He approached, seemingly cool, and made his own little introductions. Elsa smirked as he mentioned his job, so that's where he was? She'd pulled a complete one-eighty and went from a Mason to practically help running the whole "warrior" system at the Edge. She bit her tongue though, letting that simmer into her blood, accepting it as a silent victory. Edgar however, was just as smug as he watched the dog settle between Elsa and Aaron. 'They afraid,' he cackled inwardly. Why Else would she go out of her way to move? Even if they had lost overall, it was nice to see she had implanted unease within her opponent. Raising her head a fraction of a centimeter higher, she listened as the man spoke.
From the sound of it, this DeStefano was from elsewhere. A lingering accent in his voice gave that away, but Elsa could not tell from where he had come. She recognized some accents from her homeland, but this was completely foreign to her. DeStefano, however, seemed interested in the companions. Edgar puffed up, looking distinctly at the dog before facing DeStefano. Elsa took over then, "The companions are from abandoned mothers, and given to those who prove themselves the "worthiest". You will find though, that a good portion of Helovian's have a companion. We are special, but not exclusive." She shrugged, pausing for a moment to look at Edgar who sat grumping because he was not represented as a king. "Each companion though is different. No two are the same." There Edgar, happy? Now he was smirking again, simmering in his smug little mind.
That was not the end though, because one of his foreign words had confused her. Nodding towards DeSteffano, she hesitantly began to speak. "What is a fuggitivo?" The words twisted off the end of her tongue, sounding much less smooth in her voice. She had an idea, because it sounded a lot like the all too familiar word- fugitive. Part of her felt bad, she knew what it was like to stand in that position. It wasn't a title to be happy about. Most of the time, it was wrongly placed. "No need to explain though. It sounds like a word I am familiar with. If we happen to be thinking of the same word, that does not matter here." She offered a warm smile, extending a nod of recognition. "If you are looking for a place to stay, I can offer you a place at the World's Edge." Her voice was smaller, and she took a step back. There was no good way to inject an invite into a conversation, but Elsa wasn't about to let Aaron walk away without a fight.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
@[Aaron]
From the sound of it, this DeStefano was from elsewhere. A lingering accent in his voice gave that away, but Elsa could not tell from where he had come. She recognized some accents from her homeland, but this was completely foreign to her. DeStefano, however, seemed interested in the companions. Edgar puffed up, looking distinctly at the dog before facing DeStefano. Elsa took over then, "The companions are from abandoned mothers, and given to those who prove themselves the "worthiest". You will find though, that a good portion of Helovian's have a companion. We are special, but not exclusive." She shrugged, pausing for a moment to look at Edgar who sat grumping because he was not represented as a king. "Each companion though is different. No two are the same." There Edgar, happy? Now he was smirking again, simmering in his smug little mind.
That was not the end though, because one of his foreign words had confused her. Nodding towards DeSteffano, she hesitantly began to speak. "What is a fuggitivo?" The words twisted off the end of her tongue, sounding much less smooth in her voice. She had an idea, because it sounded a lot like the all too familiar word- fugitive. Part of her felt bad, she knew what it was like to stand in that position. It wasn't a title to be happy about. Most of the time, it was wrongly placed. "No need to explain though. It sounds like a word I am familiar with. If we happen to be thinking of the same word, that does not matter here." She offered a warm smile, extending a nod of recognition. "If you are looking for a place to stay, I can offer you a place at the World's Edge." Her voice was smaller, and she took a step back. There was no good way to inject an invite into a conversation, but Elsa wasn't about to let Aaron walk away without a fight.
"their speech goes here and this is the color"
@[Aaron]
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
- Please tag any posts that involves Elsa.
