Elsa

Leaving the meeting was relieving. Elsa felt as if a huge weight had fallen off her shoulders, despite the words from the currently incapacitated General. If she hadn’t of been pregnant, Elsa may or may not have had a showdown right there. That was exactly the reason she had abandoned her throne. As she sat and listened to Tembovu try to mediate the situation with calm words and neutral speaking, she realized that once and for all, that was not her. She was not to be bound and strapped into a life due to a title. 

Edgar was perched on her head, delighted that such a heavy burden had been removed from his bonded’s heart. He missed the “suck my ass” attitude she held before the Falls was lost to the previous owners of the Edge. Once again, she found herself as a protector of a thriving herd. However, there was a lingering suspicion that something could go wrong. Every hill had its valley’s, but she hoped dearly the Edge would not suffer during theirs.

So the captain and her companion were nestled quietly near the Edge’s edge. They could hear the distant roar of the waves crashing against the rock below them, and a gentle summer fog had stirred in these early morning hours. For once, staring over that cliff face, Elsa didn’t feel the need to contemplate her life. Instead, she thought back on the massive amount of changes that had quickly changed the entire infrastructure of the herd. She was sure Alysanne would be a good queen- the one that everyone thought of. She was caring, but strong in her own will and Elsa was pleased with her replacement. Mauja had taken the second head beneath them, and once again she was not surprised. From the little she gathered, he seemed to have his head on relatively straight. So for now, there was no one she felt would be a direct threat to the Edge through negligent superiority.

Elsa exhaled a long sigh, looking around her in the fog. Of course no one would be awake this early, but she actually had an itching to speak. As much as she hated to admit it, Tembovu was probably one of the only ones she spoke to constantly. Her only friend, but now a distant memory. By now she had expected to be used to the pang of loneliness, but it still lingered deep in her heart. It seemed that no matter how hard the Icebound tried to hide her feelings, there would always be that slow fire burning deep within her waiting for the moment to truly break free.

"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."

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sometimes we expect too much of ourselves,

afterall, we are only mortal.

The Icebound