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.

Perhaps it was one of the things that seemed to take hold of me when I decided that this day would be a fine day to wander restlessly about The Edge. I had tried to discover every nook and cranny that was hidden by the mists, but it seemed that I had grown bored with notion and taken to pacing when and if I felt the need to move. But, as I had turned haunches one more to caress the path that led to the lip of the cliff, I heard him call. It was tune of high anticipation and I wondered what exactly Torasin had been searching for when he released such a sound. Of course, being of such a curious nature- I had to find out.

Something about the urgency in his tone had me pounding through the Edge at a much quicker step than usual. That’s not to say that I came running like some sick dog, but really… just a fast amble that suited my winter weight more efficiently. Though, it appeared as if my slow response hadn’t landed me in last place. I was on the third of three to come to Torasin’s asking. He stood before us, jubilant as ever and it made me curious to find out what he had to say. A draft mare and a striking Andalusian were both in company and while I didn’t know their names, something about them struck me as… soft and intelligent. However, I assumed that most mares were considered such and I let the thought pass without much hesitation.

The painted draft introduced herself as Tor and I couldn’t help but think that it was a lovely name, though, I wasn’t sure if it was because it so closely resembled my own if it I truthfully thought it suited her. Whatever the case, it wasn’t long before the other mare, appropriately called Gossamer introduced herself as well. However, she didn’t introduce herself to Torasin as I would have thought, but instead to the new mare, Tor. It gave me reason to believe that she had been here before, just from the way that she held herself. She was an older gal who would know a little something about respect and I only hoped that I would find out how she had ended up back in the Edge. I looked to Torasin now, smiling broadly at the fellow that I had come to call my friend. “How have you been, my brother?”

I paused for a moment to anticipate his words before turning to the two faces that I now could place names to and smiled once more. “I’m Thor, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”