The air moved with an electricity akin to the promise of war and perhaps such a thing was not so far out of reach as I had formerly thought. After all, with the Grey moving to the forefront and drawing figurative swords whispering possibilities of invasion, no one was safe. My sweet Thor was unaware of the imposing threat but of course I had no way to bridge the connection between animal and creator. I was quite surprised to learn of the potential theft of Lace from the Edge because it was awfully close to home considering Willow and Romani had been from the Foothills. Maybe there was something I was missing? I knew that Thor wouldn’t know of the impending threats, no not yet. He was all too concerned with his relationship with Tamira and the birth of his new daughter Essetia. Along with his personal affairs came the duties of fighting for his position as Captain. He was more determined than ever and how could I blame him? He was becoming a valued member of the herd so why wouldn’t he try to position himself as such?


But that didn’t keep him from visiting the Threshold from time to time. When he wore the title of Captain, would it change his morals or perhaps the way others viewed him? He was but a mere Nurse now and no one seemed to fear him or even find interest in his name. Would becoming Captain lay a big fat red “X marks the spot” on his back? For curiosity’s sake I hoped it did. Though I’m not sure the big draft would ever agree with such an idea.


He was looking a bit rough after his spar with Mirage the Dragonheart and his pretty little hide had been marked with cuts and bruises. But that didn’t take away from his imposing heft or the fact that he was all around large and in charge. After all, what better attributes to become Captain? How I humor myself. From time to time I found him growing soft in the arms of love and the fresh idea that he belonged with soul mate Tamira but she wasn’t as sure of him as he was her and how could I blame her? Didn’t all females fall for the “bad boy”? Maybe he needed to take a few tips from a member of the Basin, like the Doctor. Maybe then he would have Tamira swooning at his feet. But alas, the day that Thor stooped down into the muck of the Basin would be the day that he took his own life (well the day that I took it for him.)


I digress because that was not what I intended to narrate today and perhaps I needed a new day job too but I guess things such as these were just as well. Thor was a sap and I was very much his bitchy mentor without the bells and whistles; we get what we get. Thor had come from the Edge that morning, thinking happy thoughts about life and family as always. Perhaps they strayed to darker things like war and the like but he would never let anyone believe those kinds of thoughts would ever cross his cheery mind. Besides, I had a few things in store for him and living in a fantasy world forever was definitely not one of them. Once again, I digress- do forgive. The heat of the day was enough to make his skin shiver beneath the thick rays and if it were me I wouldn’t be traveling on such a day, but it was duty that called him. The Edge needed soldiers more than the earth needed rain; there wasn’t much in the way of protection if they got invaded anytime soon and God only knew that they had plenty of nurses.


However, it always appeared that Thor had a soft spot for mares, no matter their shape, age, size, color… anything. I guess it was something that males would have to cop for because I surely didn’t understand it by any means. So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he stumbled across a particularly attractive girl who was accompanied by none other than the doltish Duchanar. He amused me in a way that I think Thor found annoying but there wasn’t much he could do in the way of avoiding it. He lived with the brute now didn’t he? On the other hand, Thor was more intrigued by the idea that he had come to the Threshold in order to recruit for the Edge and well, of course the mare in which he had chosen to recruit. She was striped in teals and purples atop a shimmering black coat that was hard to ignore and quite honestly a beautiful horse- even in my eyes.

But as it would appear, Duch had a way of making everyone’s hair stand on end because even this striking mare cringed at the sight of him. Thor moved into position alongside him, trying his best not to scare the poor thing away lest she think that they was here to rape and murder her altogether. He nodded slowly at both of his companions and then decided to smooth over the situation by dropping his shoulders- he really meant no harm. “Scaring away the newcomers now are we?” A playful smile worked its way to his lips as he looked from stallion to mare. “I’m Thor, also of the World’s Edge. Though, we are not the only herd-land around should you care to know.” His smile was on the fence between polite and impatient. He hadn’t expected to come upon the two nor did he think that he would have to stick around in order to make sure that she felt safe with a member of his own family. This was turning into a disaster that he was hoping could be fixed rather easily.