The feeling of Elsa's soft feathers stroking down the length of her back was in a way comforting to the young filly. Mother had never had wings or anything like them but she had always tried to comfort her when she was sad. Now that she was gone she guessed that Elsa was the next best thing, plus it helped that she liked her. Everything she had ever known was now in the past and she had to face this new uncertain future without any idea of where she was supposed to go. In a month's time she hadn't seen all that much but already in the last day she had discovered that there was so much more out there to see and do (when she wasn't terrified of it that is). Dipping her head down she poked at the nasty wounds on her knees wishing that they would stop hurting her, with so much going on she barely remembered getting them in the first place. Flicking an ear as the mare's voice lulled her brain back to a relatively happier place in time she imagined the twins as smaller replica's of their mother. "Do they look like you do?" She asked curiously looking around in case she missed someone standing nearby.

Feeling something plop down onto her hindquarters the girl found herself craning her neck back to take a look. At first the small fluff of feathers was a mystery but after a moment of careful consideration and thought she remembered the little owl to be Elsa's companion Edgar. A small smile touched her lips at the thought of the little owl actually maybe liking her, her first friend that wasn't of her species. Come to think about it why did an owl prefer to live down here than up in the trees? Guess that would be something she could try and find out another day when her brain wasn't already overwhelmed with all the new information crammed into it. The Edge, the cliff, her mother, magic, it was all too much for someone like her to take in so suddenly.

Not really sure what to think at this point about why she was here all alone she could only nod her head in sullen agreement. All she felt was pain right now, no other emotions had had time to process and turn into anger or whatever else was possible to feel. Sighing softly she knew somehow deep down that Mama was never going to come back. "What if she doesn't ever come back? What will happen then?" She asked wondering what her future might hold. This Edge that they were staying in, would they chase her away? Could she stay here? It was all confusing for someone who didn't even know much about herself or her family. "What do I want to do? Do for what?" She asked furrowing her brow as she contemplated what Elsa could mean. She was only a month old what could she do? Well she could do that strange magic thingy... but that was bad. No she couldn't do that anymore.

•• TAGS: @Elsa •• NOTES: No worries :) ••

“Every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heartbreak and tears”