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[OPEN] Socially Crippled

Elsa the Icebound Posts: 644
World's Edge Protector atk: 6 | def: 10.5 | dam: 6
Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.2 Hands :: Six (Frostfall) HP: 73 | Buff: BULK
Edgar :: Plain Zephyr :: Arctic & Wakiya Klare
#1
She was far from a good host. Lately she noticed that her hostess skills were not up to par. Having invited Achaius to live here, she let him little more than learn her name before falling off the face of the planet. Of course this was not purposeful, but that did not make the situation any better. She needed to right it before it festered into an idea that she was poorly mannered. 

Hoping that he continued to lurk around, she called out for him. "Achaius! I wish to speak with you if you are around!" Her voice rang out, as she settled into her spot next to the cliff. Edgar sat perched upon her rump, snuggled up for an afternoon nap. He was pleasantly surprised with this afternoon. The fresh spring air made him feel more alive. The world wasn't completely dead, but it also wasn't sweltering with heat. It was life after the face of death. The duo had moved into a new phase of their lives. Instead of fermenting in the death, they were starting to realize the joy that life brought. Not to mention, the brief break from sparring abled him to heal up both mentally and physically. It turns out that their respite from such activities was a good thing. They grew, and were now exponentially stronger than before.

Elsa turned away from the ocean then, keeping an eye out for her bay friend. To her, he was easy to spot. He was one of the few that was not endowed with a set of wings or a horn. Unicorns, and even pegasi were known to feel superior due to their extra "limbs". Did that make equines feel super in superior? Or did they feel better because they were normal? Achaius might be able to shed some light on the issue if she found him in a good mood.

[ooc; sorry its odd! It'll get better I promise <3]
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#2

Achaius had been wandering – not exactly aimlessly – along the cliff edge of the realm. He had been given some early reconnaissance by Tembovu and had been filling in the gaps in his mental map while observing the comings and goings of some of the members with interest. Not feeling particularly nosy about the personal interactions he observed he had so far been content to take in a general impression of them and the place. He was quite taken with the steep rock wall that plunged to his left into the distant, thundering waves. There was a soothing, dependable monotone in the hard crash of surf against rock, slightly muffled by the distance. Inextricable from that ever-present noise was the vertiginous altitude at which they stood. It was breath-catching to look down beneath your feet as the world fell away, even standing at perfect safety on level ground. The wind lapped, almost like the waves many feet below, against the edge of this plateau, tugging at his mane and tossing his forelock obtrusively into his line of sight. The cool, salty touch added an unsettling chill to the already impressive façade of the World’s Edge.
 
He was getting a little bored of his own company. He had just about run out of things he could learn without interacting with the members of the little country. Having just spent months on his own (had he been on his own? There it was again, that tug in his memory of something that he felt he should know) before arriving in Helovia, he tired of himself much more quickly than usual. Pausing in his slow amble to shake some mud off of his foot he heard a familiar voice. He cocked his ears in her direction, tuning out the surf.

There had been no true anticipation of seeing her again so soon but he had found it a little odd that her – unmistakeable – figure had been so hard to find among those he had noted in this place. He set off again at a lope, trying to pick his way on the least muddy track he could find. After a few hundred meters he could see her – white skin and silhouette quite crisp against the green underfoot and the fading blue of the cloudless horizon. The singularity of her colour was almost a calling card, and just as she would no doubt find him easy to see (he had noticed that his species was in the minority), she stood out even among her many-faceted, many-coloured compatriots. As he drew nearer still he could see her companion? Yes. That was it. Edward. No… Edgar. perched on her back in a restful posture. He smiled, his young well-schooled face carrying it with genuine warmth. He continued at his even, lengthy stride until he drew level with her. He flowed out of motion and into a courteous bow, which was lightened by the smile that still hung about his lips. Bending his left knee and dropping his shoulder low over it, he curved his neck and tucked his mug to his breast. It took him only a few seconds to execute, and he rose from it with symmetric timing. There was a fluid precision to his execution of such a subtle manoeuver which ought to look less natural on his warm-blood frame, but flowed gracefully out of a habit forged from childhood.

“At your service, Elsa.” He said, without stuffiness of pretense. He settled into a comfortably square posture, his gaze settling in her own with the simple confidence of his nature. Turning his head a little to take in Edgar as well he said “Hello Edgar.” And as he turned back again, taking in the folded white wings and the crisp chill of the spring air (more noticeable in her presence) before he found her own blue eye, he said “Achaius is certainly easier to answer to than ‘that guy’, I was starting to get a complex about it – do you know how often someone happens to say ‘that guy’ in casual conversation? Way too often.”

[OOC:
@Elsa She's still great when she's odd.]


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