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.

And it seemed that I was in the right place for doing just that as the Threshold had always seemed to carry a certain beauty about it that calmed my heart. On days like today, I felt more than at ease just wandering through the trees, under the shade of impending night. The soft illumination that split the clouds was that of a sweet lavender and it made me think of the first night I met Tamira. She had reminded me of the sunset with her tender personality and angelic graces. The last time I saw her had been somewhat confusing and I only hoped that one day she would be able to take hold of her own body and shut out Myriad completely- despite my current obsession with the two.

Taut voices seemed to pause me where I stood and I wasn’t sure if they had drifted to me on the wind or if I had really come so close as to hear their conversation. I didn’t recognize either- which honestly wasn’t something that was designed to surprise considering there were many faces that I hadn’t come to know in my short time in Helovia. But, something about the tune interested me, may it be the sharp-tongued filly that was slowly coming into view now or the scatter-brained colt at her side. Whatever the case, it didn’t look as if they had gotten very far in anything other than misunderstanding one another and while it could be seen as rude that I impede, it seemed like this form of interaction was right up my ally.

The filly was painted in hues of deep red, almost like the desert dust that flaked the hard ground of the Dragon’s Throat. But she- she was much more entertaining than the dry lands down South. Something about her reminded me of Myriad, whether it was the way that she assumed her own authority or the way that she took charge of every situation at hand, I wasn’t sure. But it was almost enthralling. A part of me wanting to chuckle as I broke through the tree line, dwarfing the two in my shadow.

“Then that would make the second, I presume?” A smug smile seemed to cross my lips, though I wasn’t entirely satisfied in breaking up their conversation. Part of me was aware that I had entered the forest fire without so much as a second thought, but the other half… well, it had seen worse, that being in the shape of a spitfire named Myriad. Did this little Prima Donna have what it took to measure up to Tamira’s other half? Or was I just playing games with my own emotions…