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02-08-2016, 07:56 PM
Elsa,
Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.
Elsa wasn’t surprised when she listed off the positions she was interested in. Tiva had an aura of gentleness- and that was only reinforced by her words. She was generally surprised though that she wanted to spar- and Elsa raised a brow, looking her over carefully. Maybe they would have to spar sometime. It was always a good way to break the newcomers in. Although she’d have to be careful- she had grown stronger over her time here, and began to notice the pain she could inflict. She tried to walk the thin line between learning and pure pain. The latter she wanted to avoid like the plague.
Grimalkin on the other hand was eerily quiet. Even after introducing himself, he merely mused upon the land of the Edge. Quite frankly, it was beautiful, but that comment was as shallow as a puddle. Generic, pleasing, and at the same time trying to remain civil. She shot him a wayward glance, nodding as he introduced himself. Names were good- at least if he tried to fuck something up she’d know who to go to.
But as fate would have it
”Welcome my king.” She said quietly, turning her head to offer him a smile. ”Tiva will be staying with us. Grimalkin lives elsewhere- although of course the invitation is always open if you should find a change of heart.” Her shoulders rose and fell, signaling her gesture toward the mysterious man. He might as well have a fedora and trench coat on. ”If you would like to become a healer- I suggest finding on of the medics. Evangeline or Alysanne is a good bet. If you like crafting- head to Anzanie or Alune.” She fell quiet then, handing over the mic. She was never one to ramble on these things.
"talk"
@Grimalkin sorry for the wait guys!
- Any force can be used against Elsa.
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