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12-09-2015, 09:59 PM
the happy ending depends, of course...
He meandered along the cliffs, weaving in and out of the trees that flirted with the crumbling limestone edges. Heavy, ivory hooves had come to know the feel of which ground to trust and which ground would tremble and fall under his immense weight. So it was a nearly mindless, yet harrowing, endeavor to walk over the sea.
Thoughts filled with a multitude of things, mainly of his recent encounter with the Hidden Fall’s spy— should he go visit the Falls? He had no bargaining chips for an alliance, and there was no hostility between the herds… So was an outright alliance necessary, just yet? And what of the Basin. Mauja’s negotiation with the Reaper had fallen flat. And the Elephant had no love for the mountain-bound herd…
His distracted eyes alighted on the slender, athletic body of Elsa, his Queen of ice. Her glistening blue-white wings were a welcome sight to interrupt his heavy thoughts. Even the impish Edgar was a refreshing relief. A grin crossed his black and ivory face as he came up alongside the wintry woman. “My lovely Queen, will you grace me with your presence?” The humor rumbled in his deep voice as he halted his towering form beside her sleek one.
But his grin faded as his dark blue gaze took in the drawn expression on the pale face. Her eyes, one milky and scarred, were haunted, despite their sapphire beauty. His gaze followed her own, to the rocky and frothy sea below. Vaguely, he was surprised that the sun was setting— where had the day gone? Though more important matters loomed in his mind: namely, the look on the striking woman’s face and the suspicious stare she gave the sheer drop beneath them.
“Elsa?” His voice was lower, quieter now, dark brows creased with concern, “How are you?” He did not ask if she was okay— because how could one be after losing her children? He remembered her gaunt appearance in the Edge when he and Erthe had greeted her. Although it would not be ‘okay,’ there could be parts that were good. And he could only hope that the good parts were starting to outnumber the bad. That’s really all one can hope for in this madness we call life.
Thoughts filled with a multitude of things, mainly of his recent encounter with the Hidden Fall’s spy— should he go visit the Falls? He had no bargaining chips for an alliance, and there was no hostility between the herds… So was an outright alliance necessary, just yet? And what of the Basin. Mauja’s negotiation with the Reaper had fallen flat. And the Elephant had no love for the mountain-bound herd…
His distracted eyes alighted on the slender, athletic body of Elsa, his Queen of ice. Her glistening blue-white wings were a welcome sight to interrupt his heavy thoughts. Even the impish Edgar was a refreshing relief. A grin crossed his black and ivory face as he came up alongside the wintry woman. “My lovely Queen, will you grace me with your presence?” The humor rumbled in his deep voice as he halted his towering form beside her sleek one.
But his grin faded as his dark blue gaze took in the drawn expression on the pale face. Her eyes, one milky and scarred, were haunted, despite their sapphire beauty. His gaze followed her own, to the rocky and frothy sea below. Vaguely, he was surprised that the sun was setting— where had the day gone? Though more important matters loomed in his mind: namely, the look on the striking woman’s face and the suspicious stare she gave the sheer drop beneath them.
“Elsa?” His voice was lower, quieter now, dark brows creased with concern, “How are you?” He did not ask if she was okay— because how could one be after losing her children? He remembered her gaunt appearance in the Edge when he and Erthe had greeted her. Although it would not be ‘okay,’ there could be parts that were good. And he could only hope that the good parts were starting to outnumber the bad. That’s really all one can hope for in this madness we call life.
...on when you end your story.
@Elsa
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