Erthe and Tembovu had both mentioned lands popping out of what seemed to be nowhere. Elsa vaguely remembers trying to fight off a new God, but was so distraught that all she could do was flee to calm down. It would be best for her to actually get to know these areas, considering she hadn’t visited them at all. So she made her journey toward threshold, and at the entrance, turned and walked south. Either she would hit beach, or a new land. Both were quite an adventure since the most exciting thing she could think of doing was sparring. And frankly, sparring was only fun at first. Afterward, exhaustion just consumes her mind and leaves her wanting to drift off to sleep for eternity. It also left a nice gift of soreness for her to wake up to in the morning.

Edgar flew overhead, preferring to take the sky while his companion walked. He never understood the draw that walking had, it was so boring when you can just flounce around in the clouds. So he was the first to spot the land, rising up in green walls of stiff flora. Elsa hadn’t seen anything like it before, and she paused, reaching out her nose to the bamboo. It pushed easily when she pressed her nose to it, but as soon as she released the pressure, the stalk came flying back at her face. It smacked against her muzzle before wiggling and coming to a stop. Edgar squawked with laughter, practically falling out of the sky as his giggles overwhelmed him. The anger and embarrassment radiated off of her as she shot him looks that could kill. But what was she going to do? Nothing, so Edgar continued to laugh his feathery ass off.

With a humph Elsa pushed her way through, leaving the bird in the dust in his fit of laughter. She tried her hardest to put as much distance between herself and him as possible, but of course, the damn birdbrain caught up. He jumped from stalk to stalk, until he spotted a “prettier mare”. Elsa’s eyes rolled, unwilling to deal with her “child’s” shenanigans. With a few more steps, she broke into a clearing, easily spotting the starry-coated mare. She’d at least be better company than Edgar. With a smile, she tried to grab her attention. ”Hello! I’ve never seen you around before, what’s your name?” She was mildly curious as to whom this mare was. She didn’t smell of any land in particular, but still had the subtle stench that Helovia imprinted on all of those who took refuge within it’s lands.

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The girl of the night spoke sheepishly, as if she had done wrong. Glancing around, Elsa wasn’t quite sure why. As far as she knew, this land was unclaimed to anyone. She thought it to be part of the lands that no one will ever be able to tame. So Elsa let out a small laugh at the question of her living here. Hardly, these towering green reeds were anything but homey. Even if she had the choice to live here, Elsa would decline in the blink of an eye. ”No, I don’t. I live in the World’s Edge, which is actually quite a ways that way,” She said, motioning to the west. As nice as the Edge was, it was very secluded and quite a distance away from any of the lands. In essence, it was its own little land island. At least it had nice weather all the time.

Edgar peeped in his own hello, pushing Elsa to introduce him instead of musing on the lands. Lands were boring, and Edgar was very interesting according to himself. ”This is Edgar, and I am Elsa.” The bird lifted a wing in waved in his own tiny hello. The poor fellow thought he was going to grow to be a bird of prey. Unfortunately the little mister barely made it a foot in height. ”Do you live in one of the lands in Helovia?” She questioned. A mare like herself seemed a prime target for the prowling suitors that lived amongst the herds. Unfortunately, if she did live somewhere, it wasn’t in the Edge. Elsa suspected she may be a mare of the Throat, since that’s where all the uh… provocative ones go. Take Bucephalus and that creepy ass blue mare with lightening marks, for example. She seemed worth enough of that attention.

Edgar rolled around on her head, still begging to be the star of the show as he offered a beak-y smile to their new found friend. His dark blue eyes shifted constantly and he looked like a possessed toy doll. ”I have no idea what he is doing on my head, but seriously, if he’s creeping you out let me know,” she mumbled. For as social a bird he was, he still had the etiquette of a pig. And not even a smart pig, he was stupid pig. He was a pig who was dropped on his head, rolled from a truck, and used as a basketball. That’s how “fancy” he was.


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Memories lost? That must suck. Where had she gone for all this time? Elsa looked sympathetically back towards Serenity. She seemed genuine and nice, relatively harmless compared to other Helovians. Which herd had let her go? They lost one of the few innocent souls left around here. Elsa nodded, and began to speak about each herd, and the general gist of them. ”I am from the World’s Edge, as I have mentioned. To the west of here, nice little forest and sits on a cliff overlooking the ocean. Quite beautiful. The goddess of the moon rules over us. The next is the Dragons Throat, which is to the south, which is ruled by Gaucho. Nice guy, but hella hot down there with the sun god and all.” Elsa smirked, nodding toward the south with a shrug. As much as she wanted to visit her children there, the heat oftentimes was unbearable. She would never understand how others took up residence there. ”Then there is the Hidden Falls, a bit to the North. Ruled by the God of Earth.” She shrugged, there really wasn’t much more for her to say about her previous home. She didn’t know about anything that went on there. ”Then there is the Aurora Basin to the north, but they are only unicorns, I would not suggest going there.” Her voice was serious, and she made a point to hold Serenity’s gaze. The last thing she needed was a missing eye or wing. Elsa took enough of that for all the pegasi here.

Edgar had settled down by now, looking over the starry-coated girl with wonder. He was jealous at the inherent beauty she had. He always had a tinge of jealousy when it came to other pegasi. As much as he loved Elsa, he wished he was bigger and be social like she could. He didn’t like how he couldn’t communicate with others as he did Elsa. Then he could attract all the ladies, because as a bird that’s shorter than most twigs, it was hard to pick up the ladies. ”Do you need any other help? I can’t imagine trying to get around here with minimal memories. I can at least get you to a herd where you can learn more and go from there.” She offered a warm smile again before falling silence. This world was intimidating naturally, and the last thing Elsa wanted to do was stress her out even more.


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