Maybe she was pregnant again. Who the hell knew. At this rate, she felt like her emotions were like a magic carpet ride. Did she have a magical experience though? No. The goddamn carpet was giving her motion sickness while hurling her across endless caverns of hell. Basically, everything seemed to affect every emotion to the extreme. Was she happy? Great, she'll cook you a cake. Sad? Just run because she'll cry a freaking river of tears.

Today was no exception to that whole idea, but Edgar found the entire theory to be hilarious. Unlike her, he had the ability to step away from their little emotional bond, and legitimately laugh his ass off at her. She scowled in his direction, as he came to settle upon her head. She was about to teach him a little lesson, but Edgar had already made plans for them. Apparently, not far off, he had flown over a girl who seemed to be distressed. This intrigued her, maybe she wasn't the only one who just felt like crying her eyes out every two seconds.

Elsa picked up a light pace, letting Edgar's memory guide her to the tree that was watching over the girl. Upon her arrival though, it seems that one of the leads had already beaten her there. She shot a sidelong glance at Torleik, stepping near him towards the girl. Instead of standing though, Elsa lowered herself down to the ground, a few paces in front of the girl who was leaning on the tree. It was curious thing how easily Elsa switched her roles. On one hand, she was ready to just beat everything that moved, and on the other, she had a heart that was too good for her health. Elsa offered a small smile, and Edgar fluttered off her head to stand between Elsa and pale girl. He peeped, fluttering his wings in a little hello. "Do you mind if he stays here? Edgar likes to help, no matter how much it is unwanted." She laughed lightly, hoping to lighten the mood. The best medicine was to just forget the pain for a moment. Stepping away from the dark can be quite.. enlightening. "My name is Elsa by the way. Who are you?" Her voice was genuinely friendly and warm. Edgar was impressed, and turned for a moment to squawk his satisfaction at her. Elsa then turned to Torleik, giving a respectful nod. "Torleik," her voice was soft, and actually hidden behind fear. The two kings set her on edge, and she wasn't sure where she stood with either of them. Maybe this was the time to see how at least one of them acted.


"Talking"
Jahzara Torleik

Elsa