After a few moments, she was indeed asleep. Her mind had began to wander and dream. Most of them about petty things, such as getting lost in the woods, or of her homeland, but as quickly as they had come they passed. Her stomach rose and fell gently with each quiet, innocent breath. She was the picture of pure innocence in her position. Her head was tucked gently against her side, and her wings were pressed against her stomach for warmth. Her eyes fluttered, deep in dreams, the only signal that she was still alive.

She would've never even seen or heard the stallion approaching, for her dreams were too engulfing. However, he wasn't about to let her sleep. His voice crackled into her dreams, and her eyes fluttered open. From the ground, her blue eyes looked up to hear him speaking. He smelled a little bit of the place she had gotten her armor from, but she wasn't about to bring that up. She grunted, and shifted, before hoisting herself to her feet. The painted stallion was a tad taller, and not physically intimidating. However, the voice and the way he presented himself, held what sounded like a passive aggressive tone. Whether he was one of the racists he spoke of or not, she did not care. What was the worst he could do? He could kill her, but she would die with the memory of blissful sleep and beautiful sunsets. By now, darkness had taken over and skies rose high above in the sky, the stars like lanterns guiding in the night.

Elsa nodded in recognition of his words, not because she knew about the unicorns, but because she understood what he was saying. She extended her wings a little, stretching them out before they settled calmly against her sides once again. "I did not know unicorns resided north, but here is a neutral herdland, unclaimed the last time I checked." She stated simply, gazing one quick moment to the creature, it looked like a dog, that was curled near his shoulders. By now she was for sure, those things were bondeds. They were creatures that had a mental, and loving (well in not all cases loving), connection to their host. She secretly longed for one, but would worry about obtaining one later. "Racist or not, I do not care. If they wish to not associate, or wish to beat me, so be it. The worst that can come from a situation is death, and death is inevitable anyways." She shrugged, maybe she should be more fearful of the stallion before her, but she just wasn't. It actually gave her a sickening feeling to not feel fear. "Elsa." She finished, looking to him to gauge his reaction. Maybe he wouldn't even give his name, she honestly did not care. Nothing could really kill her mood at this point, she was too damn calm.

"Talketh."

[@Déodat]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

By the way he was talking, she found it hard to distinguish what he was trying to get across. Was he trying to force her away through a fight? Or was he warning her from a more imminent danger looking? Maybe he was just trying to be friendly. Either way, she wasn't about to give up her little piece of solitude among the ice that easy. He talked of a unicorn home, but they way the words were crafted made her think he only lived nearby, not with them. It as such a peculiar circumstance, really. Why would one live nearby to a herd that would so readily accept his kind?

Then as quickly as his warning had gone, he began to chastise her for her thinking. Yet, all she could do was listen in brooding silence. But he was right, life was fleeting, but was it wrong to not fear death? Death should not be feared, for you cannot live your life without the possibility of death. If one was to live that way, one could never truly reach their full potential. She gritted her teeth a moment, holding back the words.

Though finally, and to her relief, he at least offered his name. Déodat, and the little companion, Odette. She liked the companions name, it was strong name, with a tinge of superiority in its undertone. Its small, innocent cry relieved her heart a little, and a small smile crossed her face. The pup was obviously a young one, recently born. "Congratulations, Déodat. She's beautiful." She remarked, a tinge of jealousy coloring her voice.

Then he asked of more background type of information, about her home, and where she hailed from. Elsa laughed aloud for a moment then, thinking of how ridiculous she would sound introducing herself as a mare from the Asylum. It was bound to give ammunition to him, but she would not lie. It was stupid to lie really, life was to short to do so. "I help with the Asylum, but currently reside in the Falls as a Mason." She said, flicking her tail a little aimlessly. She was hoping at that moment that he was not some sort of spy sent to track down all the falls members, but she felt he would be more forward with everything if he was. "Where do you and Odette reside? I'm assuming with this unicorn clan you are talking about?" She questioned, looking around as if hoping she might see another unicorn.

"Talketh."

[@Déodat] so I couldn't remember timeline wise where everything was so I just introduced her as her current member/title.. :3

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

Elsa was oblivious to his hatred of her. Oblivious to his inner scoldings about her stupidity. All Elsa could gauge was that he was very closed off to her, only offering simple, quick responses to her questions. It was a one-sided conversation really, and Elsa was quickly tiring of the one-sidedness. Finally though, he asked his own question. Maybe it was rhetorical, or condescending, but Elsa was going to answer it. Even if it came back to bite her in the ass. "They need help, and who am I to deny them?" She countered, adding quickly on the end, "And in essence, aren't we all mad?" She smiled crookedly. Technically speaking, racism could be considered some sort of mental block, a form of narcissism, right?

He finally admitted she wasn't stupid. Elsa rolled her eyes, and offered a dry chuckle. "Well, at least you aren't as pig-headed as I thought." She offered as a counter compliment, maybe it was more of an insult, but either way, it was an attempt. Elsa knew she probably could never form any sort of purely acquaintance relationship with him, so she might as well make herself memorable right? "You don't act like just a solider. You act with an air of rank. I acted the same way when I was queen." She laughed again, still dry and low. It was purely an observation. He wasn't acting like an idiot, which, generally, most lower-ranks acted like. He had a decent head on his shoulders. She looked up at him, expecting some snarky comment, or a quick absence, whichever it was, she was fine. Elsa had nothing better to do than sulk around in the snow.

"Talketh."

[@Déodat] MY TAGGING FAILS. -flails-

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.

He tried to prove he wasn't mad, but how could he stand here, talking with a pegasus whom he not more than a few moments ago mentioned were not supposed to be here? Was it not mad for him to be holding a conversation with her? "If you wish to fight it, then I cannot stop you. However, I would like to inform you, that wouldn't the Basin think you mad for not killing me for talking to you, and not addressing you in a submissive way?" She questioned, it was meant to be rhetorical, but he could easily respond. Maybe he would kill her, maybe he wouldn't, it depended on the day and probably how he was feeling. Although, she would admit she'd rather not ruffle her feathers at the moment.

At the conversation, Elsa felt oddly calm, almost at home. She smirked a little at his laughter and his comment. She would laugh if she didn't feel like a gangster leaning against a brick wall with shades. Elsa felt that there was something beautiful and dangerous about conversing with this man. He then seemed to become hooked by her comment, maybe because he never expected her to have been a ruler. Sure she wasn't the best, but she ruled long enough to call herself a champ, in the odd sort of my-kingdom-went-batshit-crazy kinda way. He had been a the blood son of a long line of soldiers, that made sense, he was very protective. Check, at least she kinda of was able to read horses. But that was all, his history was brief. She knew not to pry into brief histories. Elsa herself generally kept hers down to the facts, and nothing more.

He then began to ask his own questions. Asking why she left her title, Elsa only offered an angry smirk and lowered her head a little before she lifted it again to look at him. "I make people go crazy." She said with a shrug. "They don't like this." She motioned to herself, and finally, from the ground, pulled one, small, thin spindle and only gave him a cold, far off look. "They never like that. I couldn't stay, but it pained me to go. I wanted to help them but I can't. I help, that's the only thing I know." She finished ashamed turning her head away. "Mason is the only thing that has ever put it to good use." She said, sighing in odd relief. She had basically just told a man with the means to kill her about her one, secret trump card. She looked to the sky, and noticed that a decent amount of time had passed, and looked back to the stallion. "Although you may not like this, I will say it. It was a pleasure to meet you Déodat, and maybe, should you want to on a time preferably when you're not up for killing me, I would love to talk to you again." She admitted shamelessly. "Should you ever need help from a pegasus you know where to find me." She winked and turned to head for home, smiling, and hoping all would end well between them.

"Talketh."
[ooc:// thought this might be a good place to end but ;_; I love deo.]

I can dance and play the part if that's what you ask.. give you all I am.
but i'm only human. and I bleed when I fall down.