Elsa

Tallsun had pretty much dried up every emotion within Elsa. There was no love, no care… not even hate. It was as if she was just existing in the world. Nothing beyond breathing or eating seemed important anymore. Edgar had fallen into his usual silent spiel when he was not supportive of Elsa’s behavior. In their freedom, Edgar wanted to go out. He missed the days of exploration that had been such a key part of their activity. From Elsa, Edgar had learned all about how her first days here were wrought with days wandering. She was an outcast. Her days were spent wandering and sleeping in the Deep Forest.


Those were the days Edgar wanted to revert too. They had too much free time to be sitting around in the Edge- he wanted to go visit the forest of Elsa’s past. He wanted to see where such a complicated soul had truly been born. Lord knows Edgar lived through the memories of her past, and it wasn’t until Helovia that she had become so isolated from everyone.
After days of pestering, Elsa finally succumbed to the relentless bird. In a cry of happiness, Edgar dove from the sky to land smugly on top of her head. He was practically leaking arrogance. But he had won, his want and needs had finally won out against the lingering thoughts of her past. Tembovu was fading into the background, much like Oxy had disappeared from her heart. Granted, those parts of her were encased in concrete, but they were better buried and dead than remembered.

The flight from the Edge to the Deep Forest was quite long. It was only a few hours shorter than their travels to the Threshold. For the whole trip, Edgar was shaking with excitement. This place was shrouded in mystery and exploration. Maybe he’d find himself a friend along the way! That thought made Elsa cringe internally. Even though she was fine with isolation, Edgar was not. His social needs were eons more than her own, and she had starved him of such interaction for as long as she could remember. Sometimes thoughts floated through her mind about the harpy that had bestowed him to her- did she make a mistake? Most of the thoughts with companions were that they were there to be your “soulmate” but Elsa felt as if she had brought nothing but negativity to his life.

The bird, so keen to her emotions, lowered his body to love himself lovingly between her ears. In his eyes, she was perfectly imperfect and he wouldn’t ask for another to be bonded too. She was strong, independent, smart, sassy… all characteristics that he found endearing. They were a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, and that was icing on the cake to how well they just fit together. Elsa laughed lightly, appreciating but at the same time embarrassed by his kind feelings. 

"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
@Darwin
:DDD & 600th post like a baws.

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sometimes we expect too much of ourselves,

afterall, we are only mortal.

The Icebound