Considering she was supposed to be a badass mother trucker now, it would probably be best for them to create a skirmish or two. Edgar, wholeheartedly agreeing, squawked loudly from his perch. Which, ironically, was right between her ears. Elsa flinched extending her neck to give him a good shake. ‘Elle weak’ he spat, erecting himself back to his former position. Sadly, it wasn’t an entirely false accusation. The last spars, going back for quite always, had left her falling just short of a victory. Granted, most of them were meant to whip her ass, and she had expected as much. Oxy, Rostislav and Midas should have beaten her anyways. One a leader, the other two in the “general” position; should a mason have beat them? Exactly. It was that stupid little boy though, that left a sour taste in the back of her throat. He was a stupid child, who should have crawled away, but instead he was the victorious one.

In essence, she was as weak as Edgar had claimed. Not to mention, with the threat looming of having to face Torliek and Mauja, she was starting to sweat. The two of them alone looked like they could just sit and she’d be obliterated. Sneaking away and getting a practice in may help, or then again, could just crush her dreams even further. Honestly, that seemed to be the only two options for anything. Either it’d help, or it would completely debase the entire body of her confidence and once again milk her for every last ounce of happiness she had. No biggie.

Sneaking away from the Edge, she headed south towards the Endless Blue. Normally it would have been an easy flight to the Heavenly Fields, but then again, things were different. ’Let go’ Edgar scolded, pecking her harshly between the eyes. Now that he had become somewhat integrated into herd life, he finally decided to get a voice. Maybe she should have just stayed in the outer lands. A harsh peck was again swiftly delivered, and she laughed. Laughing was… nice. Yes, very nice.

Diving downward, she landed gracefully in the sand, and it splashed around her like a wave. Her wing had finally returned to full strength, and the flight felt comfortable. A tinge of hesitation began to cover her thoughts again, coating this happiness over. If things were too good to be true, they were. Elsa had learned that, and taken to heart the idea that expecting the worse could only make a day a little better. Edgar peeped, calling her attention back. She could go back to moping once she’d kicked somebody’s ass.

"talk"

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