The Edge was an amazing place to call home and I had no quarrels about it’s significance to my heart. If I had done anything differently in my life, I wouldn’t be who I am today and I have no shame in the way I live. I had discovered a new part of myself that I longed to indulge. I wanted to heal and to enjoy the sense of self-satisfaction that I would surely encounter while doing so. I could remember Adura, whom I found in the Threshold, frail and starving. I had brought her back to the Edge in hoped that she could recover and now, months later, she was flourishing within the mists of our home. She was an angel born of greed and I had allowed her to spread her wings within the veils of safety that the fog created along our borders. However, the mist wasn’t our only form of defense. Mirage the Dragonheart was a force to be reckoned with and I was more than glad to back her when she called. Many rivals tried to mimic her leadership, but in my mind’s eyes, we had ended up with the very best.

My body had grown thick in the winter months and I was certain that I could shed a few pounds, but that wasn’t my purpose today. Though, I made a silent promise to myself that I would contemplate taking up a few spars in order to sustain my former resilience. Something about the cold invited me to hibernation like some old grisly, hiding beneath the snowy mounds of frost until the sun finally grew near enough to swathe me in gentle heat. My bones had even grown brittle from the lack of activity and my knees were eager to protest as I moved across the moist earth, damp from the approaching spring rains. Around my toes, the mud began to suckle and screech beneath my weight and though I had grown somewhat accustomed to traversing the sticky remnants of Frostfall, I was greedily awaiting the hardened grounds of Tallsun.

However, the benign rays of spring light did wonders to illuminate the soft dappling along my bay coat. for once, I felt at an advantage when it came to my appearance, considering it had taken a low blow due to the deformity of my wings. But, as I thought about it, I wondered what exactly I would do with such an attribute. I was perfectly satisfied with wandering the lands on foot as it seemed that I had become more appreciative of the world around me that way.

Though, my sullen thoughts had been led astray and I knew that I needed to refer back to reality before poor Bernadette lost all interest in my rambling. Her eyes were wide when I returned, as if I had said something offensive. Though, it wasn’t long before disbelief replaced the former murkiness of her expression and I knew that I had her “hooked“. I hated to use the term in such a fashion, but I knew that she would benefit from meeting the members of the Edge- besides, they were in need of something new themselves. After all, she wasn’t exactly what I would call “normal” on any level.

But I liked her.

“You’re size has nothing to do with the place in which you call home, silly. And if I did not feel that you were “Edge material”, I wouldn’t have suggested you come visit in the first place. You will always be welcome in The Edge should you so desire, though, I was hoping… that you would call it home.” I raised a brow at her now and a certain smugness touched my lips. Whatever it was about this mare that I felt I had to indulge, I would surely find out at some point in time and I only hoped that it was when I was showing her the ropes of my homeland. She would definitely love Mirage -as nearly everyone did- and she would love the view of the ocean beyond the cliff and the muted crashing of the waves far below. It was a soothing lullaby that beckoned me in the twilight hours beneath the Moon’s watchful gaze. I found comfort at it’s lip and I was certain that she would too.

I looked at her once more and smiled, a deep, endearing smile that touched my eyes and hopefully drew one a smile of her own- “So what do you say? Would you like to consider yourself a member of The World’s Edge?”

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