Tallsun was in full swing, it was hot, humid and annoying; the three qualities of Tallsun that Elsa always experienced. And for some reason, on what seemed like the hottest day since Hell, Elsa decided that she might meander over and begin to look for a spar. Smart choice Elsa, smart choice.

She began to wander through some trees, into a thickened forest. The air was so heavy with humidity she felt as if she were breathing in water. The skin beneath her wings began to sweat, and so Elsa lifted her wings to “air them out”. She looked like quite the comedian. She was sweating, glistening disgustingly in the sunlight, and had her wings lifted and shoulders hunched. She looked like a lunatic bird trying to stalk something in the underbrush. Congratulations Elsa, you have returned to raving lunatic bird; it’s like her signature now.

And, as if on cue, she broke through the tree line, and noticed Midas standing not far off. Quickly, everything snapped back into place. Her head popped back up, her shoulders relaxed, and her wings pinned themselves back into place. Elsa offered her leader an awkward, apologetic whinny as she approached, and then stopped a couple yards off. Her head curled down, and her knee under as she bent into a respectful bow, before pulling herself up. She smiled, and then her brain immediately began to turn into warrior-crazy mode.

With dirt beneath her, and a blue sky above, there was nothing that could ruin her day (well, except for maybe getting her ass handed to her by Midas, although she kind of expected it). Shoving off of the dirt, she bounded forward; her goal was to meet with Midas, slamming her own body into his, chest to chest. Sure, it may cause her a bit of breath, but it would be worth it if she could cause him some sort of pain. Hopefully pushing into him, she began to bite at his left shoulder area, or an area within range if she had managed to hit him.

Elsa couldn’t help but feel awkward in all of her movements. She felt like she should beat the crap out of her leader, but at the same time they uh…. kind of needed a leader. So she felt as if in sort of a bind, so she remained a little reserved in her attacks until she felt how Midas responded. If he wanted to bring hell to the surface, Elsa would bring the devil himself above.

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"Talking"

Elsa