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12-14-2015, 10:37 AM
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
It was technically her job to keep problems to a minimum. She was more of the brawn, where Tembovu took the more civil approach. That was probably for the better, considering she had no tolerance for bullcrap or emotions. She preferred to work out her problems in a more physical manner. So when she heard cries, heard movements, she just followed behind slowly.
Toward the group she moved, watching in both horror and sadness to see that at the center of this remained a dead mare. Unknown to Elsa, and certainly riddled with age. Her brow cocked toward the one she believed to be her daughter, the one that spoke of burning her. Even in betwixt high tensions, she seemed to be keeping her cool very well.
Elsa shot a look to Tembovu to allow her to burn the body. No sense in keeping it here for two reasons; one, the unknown girl wished it to be burned. And two, it wasn’t exactly good press to keep a dead body lying around. The sea of faces presented many unknown bodies, the only one she recognized was the stallion she had run off in the invasion. A metallic taint of revenge riddled her mouth, but she kept it firmly shut and her façade indifferent. She was simply here to make sure no one was going to carry on funny business. Think of her as a police guard for the procession. Mauja was there too, probably again knowing the deceased. She frowned, but kept her distance. This was such an odd position to be in, she felt the need to give her condolences, but at the same time, who was she to say that about a woman she never know? Emotions were never her thing, and this was not the time to try and practice that.
"talk"
[Elsa's just here to make sure shit goes okay >.>]
Toward the group she moved, watching in both horror and sadness to see that at the center of this remained a dead mare. Unknown to Elsa, and certainly riddled with age. Her brow cocked toward the one she believed to be her daughter, the one that spoke of burning her. Even in betwixt high tensions, she seemed to be keeping her cool very well.
Elsa shot a look to Tembovu to allow her to burn the body. No sense in keeping it here for two reasons; one, the unknown girl wished it to be burned. And two, it wasn’t exactly good press to keep a dead body lying around. The sea of faces presented many unknown bodies, the only one she recognized was the stallion she had run off in the invasion. A metallic taint of revenge riddled her mouth, but she kept it firmly shut and her façade indifferent. She was simply here to make sure no one was going to carry on funny business. Think of her as a police guard for the procession. Mauja was there too, probably again knowing the deceased. She frowned, but kept her distance. This was such an odd position to be in, she felt the need to give her condolences, but at the same time, who was she to say that about a woman she never know? Emotions were never her thing, and this was not the time to try and practice that.
"talk"
[Elsa's just here to make sure shit goes okay >.>]
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