She had stood to the side and watched, as she always does. Watched as others took a stand, picked a side, fought for the things they loved and believed in. Wondered, as she watched, just how their hearts could be so large without being broken into bits every time the world went wrong. And it always went wrong. Yet some stood for Helovia and the Gods without question, never stopping to realize that their supposedly all powerful Gods had done nothing to stop this. Had not, it seems, even seen this coming. Others took the side of Kaos without question. He’d lied to them and let loose a monster on part of Helovia. Yet they found their way to his side.

She admits, his side is tempting. But she won’t pledge herself blindly, won’t follow without knowing just where it is she follows him too. She followed the Earth God only for what he could give her, though he took those things from her just as quickly as he gave them. That is the problem with gifts. That is the problem with Helovia. Where once her magic was hers, now it was just a gift. Little gifts handed out like pieces of candy for a job well done. Rewards, to keep the horses of Helovia doing what the creatures and the Gods of the land needed.

What had it gotten her? Nothing. She was without a home; all she’d done to serve the Falls meaningless. Their Earth God had been quick to leave them when the going got tough. But she remembers Kaida now, the way the girl stood there so sure of herself, fire burning around her, dancing across her back. So it’s to Kaida she goes now. Why? In truth, she’s not exactly sure. But where else is she going to go?

The Edge holds no allure to her as a home, but the girl had offered to let her see it. Maybe that doesn’t hold still, but really, she’s going because she wants to talk to the fiery little princess. She wants to know what makes her so sure that she stands on Kaos’ side without question. Truthfully, she just wants something to do that isn’t wallowing in self-pity. It had taken her far too long to dig herself out of that hole when she’d first come here. She doesn’t want to bury herself again.

The day is warm and pleasant, as Birdsong goes. She makes her way to the Edge slowly, ambling because there’s no rush when you have no place to return to. Eventually, she finds large glass spikes blocking the perimeter of the herd, and she wonders briefly what would make such a supposedly welcoming herd stick up glass spikes. Not the most welcoming greeting. So she keeps walking, the spikes a rather large distance to the right of her, refusing to get close. Who knows what magic controlled those things, or what might jump out if she made one wrong step.

Eventually, she finds a gate that looks like she might actually be able to enter here. Though she doesn’t enter, knowing better than to start wandering around a herd she doesn’t live in. Something would definitely bite. So she just stands there, figuring they would find her soon enough.