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01-13-2016, 03:27 PM
Elsa
The longer she stood here the more uncomfortable she was becoming. It felt like every breath she took was life or death, and if she even managed to exhale incorrectly, she’d be wandering without another eye. So her head drifted away from her body, and Tembovu took over doing what he does best- be the diplomat.
Words were exchanged regarding enemies, and she was unsurprised to find that they had one. A Pegasus of course, it seemed they had the worst encounters with the north. If there was one thing about the Edge that was good- it was that no one saw them as a threat. They fell under the radar, quiet but at the same time everywhere. The herd numbers were booming, and they were silently becoming a force to be reckoned with.
As quickly as the conversation came, it went, and they moved onto crafting. Once upon a time Elsa would have been all over this conversation. She fondly recalls the days in the Falls when things were simple and nice. The most she had to worry about was the Addict, and now that he was gone, it was like everything fell apart. Apparently her only problem was also her undoing. Somewhere in the faux happy days she caught that they were wanting a greenhouse, and that they would be willing to trade their weaves services. Her ears perked at that, sliding ever so slightly toward the northern Lord. She needed to speak to Tembovu about this later. Cloth was a rare thing around here- especially when the other herd choices were metal, stone and glass. And with all the glass that would take… there was a potentially to gain some very useful items from this.
When Tembovu gave his cordial goodbyes, Elsa too nodded her head lightly. ”Godspeed.” She said quietly. It wasn’t a safe word, but it was still positive. But beneath it all, she sincerely hoped that if they did wrong to another innocent life, that they paid for it dearly. Turning, she moved away from the conversation towards the woods. Away from Tembovu, away from Deimos, walking away had become her safety net. It was the one thing that kept her within the comfortable confines of her box.
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
Words were exchanged regarding enemies, and she was unsurprised to find that they had one. A Pegasus of course, it seemed they had the worst encounters with the north. If there was one thing about the Edge that was good- it was that no one saw them as a threat. They fell under the radar, quiet but at the same time everywhere. The herd numbers were booming, and they were silently becoming a force to be reckoned with.
As quickly as the conversation came, it went, and they moved onto crafting. Once upon a time Elsa would have been all over this conversation. She fondly recalls the days in the Falls when things were simple and nice. The most she had to worry about was the Addict, and now that he was gone, it was like everything fell apart. Apparently her only problem was also her undoing. Somewhere in the faux happy days she caught that they were wanting a greenhouse, and that they would be willing to trade their weaves services. Her ears perked at that, sliding ever so slightly toward the northern Lord. She needed to speak to Tembovu about this later. Cloth was a rare thing around here- especially when the other herd choices were metal, stone and glass. And with all the glass that would take… there was a potentially to gain some very useful items from this.
When Tembovu gave his cordial goodbyes, Elsa too nodded her head lightly. ”Godspeed.” She said quietly. It wasn’t a safe word, but it was still positive. But beneath it all, she sincerely hoped that if they did wrong to another innocent life, that they paid for it dearly. Turning, she moved away from the conversation towards the woods. Away from Tembovu, away from Deimos, walking away had become her safety net. It was the one thing that kept her within the comfortable confines of her box.
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
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sometimes we expect too much of ourselves,
afterall, we are only mortal.
The Icebound
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