"The inside of your mind must be a terrible place...

The trek here was not particularly pleasant. With the dying light came a biting, frigid cold that made the Gold's skin prickle and her breath freeze. Out of all her hatred for messy nature, cold was probably one of the more vile of the seasons; if the ever-bland look on her face could ever get more unamused, now was definitely the time. The snow chilled her hooves and legs in such a way that the only adequate description would be that they turned into horse popsicles..

But despite her disdain for the surrounding elements, she surprisingly did not take it out on Tembovu, although his question was met with a scoff and a sidewards glance from the petite mare. "You consider it sauciness... I consider it knowing what I want," she replied pertly. The small mare was quite adept at keeping up with him, in both pace and quick-wit.. and although there was a mild amount of sass in her voice, it was not nearly the same volume as the Brat, Enna, had been met with. "Although at least you, unlike others, can take it in stride," she chuckled, cold and misty breath puffing from her nostrils and muzzle.

As the duo approached the Edge, Cosette found her legs aching. The combination of the glacial temperatures and long distance had her wondering why Tembovu even opted to make the journey so far to the Threshold... it almost seemed like it was more trouble than it was worth. While she mentally questioned him, he was audibly questioning her... which made an amused ear flick in his direction. There were many answers to his inquiry, but what was the 'correct' one?

Helovia had strength in its rumors; in all truth, she wanted to see if the hearsay was as correct as it was made out to be. His suggestion that she wandered here made her ears twinge backwards, and a snort roll out of her nostrils. Do I look like someone who has no idea where I am going? were her sarcastic thoughts, but for the sake of not instilling animosity just yet, she quelled them. The Gold's actual words were not nearly as stinging. "Of course I meant to come here," she quipped, "Helovia has a reputation. I simply came here to see what all the fuss was about."

The Gold's attention was drawn from the conversation at hand, to the surrounding elements as they approached the borders of the World's Edge's lands. The snowy landscape ended abruptly where the Wall started... and truth be told, it was nothing like Cosette had ever seen. Slowly, numb legs slowed their pace as she approached it, until she was merely shuffling forward; gold eyes looked skyward, towards the top of the jagged wall. Approaching the broken structure, soft muzzle reached forward to nudge it. Erebos's magic was impressive... but this... in its unmarred, former glory, it must have been a true sight to behold. What was more impressive, however, was the raw strength it must have taken to break this behemoth. I wonder what the story behind all of this is... the Gold's thoughts trailed off; although such a question was most likely for another time, when she was better acquainted with the land.

The mare, dwarfed by the giant, followed quietly behind him as he passed through a gap in the wall. As she jumped through the rift, legs picked up just enough to bounce her over any possibly sharp edges that littered the ground. That was it... she was now in the borders of the World's Edge? "Is this place always so.. vacant?"

Golden eyes wandered up the behemoth, and a curious ear twitched in his direction when he inquired about skills. She had.. skills.. but not everyone may consider them 'noteworthy.' After all, they say a jack of all trades is a master of none.. "I came from a place that did not have 'roles,' or ranks, as you call them," she mused, "So you'll have to humor me in explaining what the Edge offers."