Elsa,

Feel lucky for what you have, when you have it. Happily ever after doesn’t mean happy forever.

Oh how times have changed. After the whole debacle with the Moon Goddess and practically everyone losing their shit, Elsa actually wanted to go to the Threshold. There the faces were mostly friendly, and those who were not were easily quashed. It was much easier to deal with one angry horse than multiple angry horses and a sassy Goddess.

So they slipped away from the herd that day, Edgar too eager to go and explore the Threshold. New faces were his kryptonite, he would practically do anything just to get their love and attention. In his mind, he had a whole fandom of Threshold goers that were secretly worshiping him and just hadn’t come out of hiding yet. Elsa snorted, quashing that thought within moments. She gently reminded him that although horses did love him, they would much rather have and Edgar of their own, and not have to share him. The bird puffed up his chest in pride, excited to one day meet the Edgar wannabes of his Threshold posse. Whatever floats his boat.

The duo eventually crossed over into the wooded area. The towering pines whispering in the darkness, the moon had creeped overhead quite quickly. She forgot how little sunlight existed in Orangemoon. Edgar began listening intently as Elsa worked her way deeper into the woodwork. He was the satellite while she was the track. It was a nice pairing, and she didn’t have to do much work. Plus, Edgar enjoyed finding and eavesdropping a little too fun. So a creepy but happy bird was better than a loathing pouty bird.

He suddenly halted her, hopping and directing her to a sound he had heard. Apparently there were two, but she assumed that one was probably another herd member trying to vie for the recruit. Nonetheless, Elsa was always up for a little challenge, and maybe one day she could sway someone who was already pledged to a herd into the Edge.

Two beings finally appeared, one a dainty looking mare and the other a solid stallion. Glancing between the two, she nodded a quick hello. She had caught the back end of the stallion’s voice, and was going to milk it for all it was worth. ”If you love the moonlight so much, maybe you should wander back to the World’s Edge with me. Our patron Goddess just so happens to be that of the Moon.” Elsa shrugged, but figured it was worth a shot. It was a much better ice breaker line then “Hey follow me home”. ”My name is Elsa, Queen of the World’s Edge.” Somehow saying it out loud just tasted bitter, but her façade remained smooth and still. She’d have to get over that one day. Edgar shook his wings in his own hello. ”And this is my companion Edgar. What possess you two to wander around in the middle of the night?” She remained very hopeful that she had not interrupted some lover time, cause that would be extremely awkward.

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