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11-22-2015, 03:49 PM
Elsa
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
My head's underwater, but i'm breathing fine.
Others began to gather, more than she had anticipated. The Edge began to multiply quicker than she expected. So many new faces, but old ones lingered. Her ears flickered intently though, as a young, familiar body toddled toward her in the back. As Hera approached, Elsa lowered a nose, nudging her mane encouragingly. It hurt Elsa to watch the child reach for grass, and quickly spit it out. Elsa frowned, leaning down to whisper to her. ”I’ll try and find you some fruit later. It’s not as good as milk, but it’s much sweeter and tastier than grass.” She offered a small smile before turning her attention to Tembovu. Even if she wanted to run off with Hera to find her food now, she had to be present. The information here was important.
Apparently Mauja had experienced a loss, and from what she gathered from him, it was not the first. Sorrowful eyes cast a glance toward the spotted unicorn. She frowned, knowing full and well that anything she wanted to say to him would be of no use. Words were just air, fleeting, and gone the moment they were spoken. Elsa wanted to pull Hera tighter then, keeping her… was she her daughter? She still seemed so attached to her mother, and Elsa knew she’d never be a replacement. So she opted to take a protective step closer to the girl, keeping a watchful eye on her as Tembovu continued.
He began talking of ranks, thank goodness. They seemed so barren in this brief period of change. Would any step up, or was everyone content just existing? Sure the general herd did things, but Elsa saw it as a lot less productive than specializing. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of anyone who stepped forward in want of a position in the military. She would have to convene them later to discuss ideas and tactics.
And thus the monotony of ranks began. Each sector getting its moment of advertisement, before all finally calmed. Did anyone have the intent of standing with him? Or was Tembovu planning on leading alone? Either way, she hoped he could stand his ground. The last thing they needed was another shift in power.
"talk"
Apparently Mauja had experienced a loss, and from what she gathered from him, it was not the first. Sorrowful eyes cast a glance toward the spotted unicorn. She frowned, knowing full and well that anything she wanted to say to him would be of no use. Words were just air, fleeting, and gone the moment they were spoken. Elsa wanted to pull Hera tighter then, keeping her… was she her daughter? She still seemed so attached to her mother, and Elsa knew she’d never be a replacement. So she opted to take a protective step closer to the girl, keeping a watchful eye on her as Tembovu continued.
He began talking of ranks, thank goodness. They seemed so barren in this brief period of change. Would any step up, or was everyone content just existing? Sure the general herd did things, but Elsa saw it as a lot less productive than specializing. Her eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the faces of anyone who stepped forward in want of a position in the military. She would have to convene them later to discuss ideas and tactics.
And thus the monotony of ranks began. Each sector getting its moment of advertisement, before all finally calmed. Did anyone have the intent of standing with him? Or was Tembovu planning on leading alone? Either way, she hoped he could stand his ground. The last thing they needed was another shift in power.
"talk"
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