The rain was terrible, the unrelenting downpour had all but drenched every inch of the great stallion. His jewellery sat uncomfortably on his his chest, irritated by the extended downpour. Long oceans of hair now lay flat and disheveled, and his tail caked in the very mud that sought to tie him down. It caked his legs and underbelly with it's sopping presence as well, his shining glory had all but washed with the rains to leave him a dismal sight in need of a wash and shelter from the rain song. However, he wouldn't relax until little Hera and Elsa had made it back to the Edge safely, and so he had moved to patrol in front and behind the duo, ever moving to ensure there were no dangers or hard ship that would come between them and their home.

The only real advantage of such heavy rain was the cover it provided, able to traverse mostly unseen like a ghost in the fog. He covered the slicked, suctioning ground with the fervor of a grand sentinel. He only ever paused when he came within distance of Elsa and Hera, silver eyes assessing whether they were in need of more hands on assistance. He knew it would be wiser to let Hera be tended by a more mothering spirit, rather than a large stallion, as gentle as he was.
Whatever had caused the Gods to weep so furiously, may it soon pass. He didn't know how much longer any of them could stand to feel the cold trickle of their sorrow down their sides, dampening their spirits and their moral to new found lows.

Only when the horizon of the Edge met his gaze, did he reappear. A loud crescendo of wet hooves striking dirt and stone, followed by a snort signaled his appearance. Out of the rains thick blanket of fog that mingled with the Edge's own, he stood next to Elsa and turned to face the titanic stallion in front of them.

A little wet. A little disheveled. And a whole lot of covered in mud. At least they were at the edge now.

"I wish we hadn't come from the Threshold, the walk is far too much for such a little one to take in this weather." His head raised with his words, laced with grim acknowledgement. Far too much for such a  young soul to undertake, especially in poor conditions as this. Crowned head lowers to check on Hera, the sympathy and concern swirls in the deep shimmering orbs. "You did nothing wrong at all, we will find your mother." Nodding and casting a questioning glance to Elsa, had Edgar found signs of the wayward life giver? Or was she washed away with the torrents of waters currently falling from the sky?

"How are your knees?" His gaze then shifts to Tembovu, head bobbing in a silent greeting to him. "Are there Moon Doctors around to tend to her?" He doesn't ask whether there is a nurse mare to take her, as he's unsure himself if there are any mares in the Edge currently nursing foals, or any that could spare the milk.

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notes;; better late than never, so sorry!

moonlight drowns out all but the

brightest

stars.