E L S A

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making..

Flying no was rather uncomfortable. There was no doubt in her mind at this point that there was another being curled up inside of her, living in her for that matter. It was seriously a gross thought, but now that Edgar knew for sure he made sure that Elsa was staying healthy, and exercising to make sure this child would be more than capable of frolicking around with him when it was born. So, the little annoying mini-trainer pushed her onward toward the Thistle Meadow. If she could make it south through the threshold, and into the heart of the Meadow, then, he decided, she could munch for a while and enjoy the cool water of the stream.

So, she set off, the trainer sitting on her head and squawking anytime he thought she was going to turn around and head back home. 'You're not the one walking.' She thought bitterly, he on the other hand, just continued to laugh. He just flashed little images into her mind telling her that he wasn't the one that was pregnant. She was, and he was just doing his bonded a favor. Her eyes rolled so hard in her head, she thought they could pop out and become little marbles. The little bird was proving to be much more sarcastic and smug than she had ever thought he'd be. Maybe she just should've left him with the crazy bird woman. Bitter, Edgar pecked her right between the eyes, and this time Elsa got the laugh. "Don't blame me bud, you're the one that came from some crazy half-woman thing." She mused aloud. Her mind wandered back to that time, had that really been his mother, or just his protector? So many unanswered questions from that day would forever remain a mystery. It was sad, but Edgar didn't seem to mind that he didn't know his origins.

Then, the Meadow came into view. Elsa whinnied with excitement and walked right on over the the river. She was going in, and Edgar was too, she dipped her head, throwing the fluff ball into the water. He squealed as he flailed about, until he caught onto her mane that was hanging in the water to hoist himself back on her back. The bird was most certainly not amused. "It was just my prize.." She said with mock innocence. "Plus, you gotta learn to do some things, I can't baby you all the time." She muttered.

The pair, however, was not alone. Not to far off, a black stallion seemed to be in distress. He seemed happy at first, but now the equaling quickly turned into yelling and stamping. Elsa snorted a little, not sure whether to laugh or go help. Well, helping can't hurt, you always need allies right? Regardless of how competent they are. Her now wet body dripped across the field as she approached closer to the black man, her eyes studying him. Why on earth was a full grown man being taken down by some puny thistles? I mean, they were just thistles. Some had already entangled themselves into her long tail, and she had barely been in here a few moments. Did he not know that they clung to whatever walked through here? "Sir, do you need some help?" She asked softly, reaching her nose out to signal that she was talking about the little flowers stuck into his mane. Then she cleared her throat and spoke again. "You also realize that they cannot talk... right?" She was almost afraid of asking that question, what if he had some weird like love for these flowers. Then, she surely had just gotten herself into trouble.