Working for herself had fallen to the wayside lately. Although she had procured a bright orange pebble from the Isles with the wonderful and super adorable Murtagh- she had yet to finish the last of the God’s request. Why did it always have to be so rough? She understood now why she had to bring ridiculous things back, but it still irked her a bit to know her God’s were in a way… mortal. Could they be killed? Could balance come hailing down and crash around them?

The thought darkened her mind as she tried to move away from the topic. Her goal for now was to be as quick as possible in gaining the items she required. One of them was a mirror, luckily being in the Edge did have its perks. They were graced with Glaziers, wielders of glass. And the last time she checked, mirrors were pretty dang reflective in certain aspects. Crawling her way towards the center of the Edge, she kept her eye out for those who were gifted with the art.

Between Anzanie and Alune- one of them had to be there. It shouldn’t be hard to track one down and get them to whip up a little mirror. She required only a small surface, so they wouldn’t have to exert themselves trying to do her a personal favor. She felt less bad knowing that the herd could still receive a majority of their efforts.

Trying not to look too quickly for them, she moved around lazily. No one except Murtagh and Edgar knew- and she wanted to keep that pool as small as possible. Elsa didn’t want to look weak to her peers. Like she had broken, and was too hurt, too tired to keep dealing with her problems. She felt like she was cheating in the game of life.

@Alune  or @Anzanie elsa just needs a small item of a mirror. :3
anyone else is welcome.





"talk" 

Anzanie was the first to arrive, pleasant and sweet as always. She was a refreshing break from the other attitudes. Elsa nodded her head eagerly though, for she was in desperate need of something only she could help provide. It was a weird request, so she figured she may as well give her Glazier a simple run down of why she needed it.

"I was looking for you, actually." She said timidly. It seemed like she had a stalker like tendency when she said it that way. "The Earth God sent me on a quest to gain my eye sight back, if it is possible, could you make me a small reflective piece of glass? I need it for the voodoo stuff he does." She shrugged, and if she had arms, she could be nervously crossing them over her chest. She sounded like a child whining about a misfortune. A lot of others out there had it worse than her, and it seemed so selfish to be on this quest. She swallowed back the guilt again in an attempt to keep her cool. 

Ugh. This was so awkward, and it didn't help that she wasn't that not-awkward in the first place. Edgar simply slightly bounced as he laughed internally at his bonded. God she was stupid sometimes. 'I heard that.' She hissed, and he simply flipped over, rubbing his back between her ears. Even if she was mad, she wouldn't do anything to him. "And who is this?" She said, gesturing to the small child. Obviously it had to be the Glazier, but the father? Elsa had missed this birth apparently. Part of her was again embarrassed by that, but it was never too late to meet a child. She desperately missed hers- a lot more than she had ever told anyone. It pained her to see other children. Elsa had royally fucked up with that, and she didn't think she'd ever get over it.

@Anzanie  dont know if @Viserra   would like to join still or not <3 she just mentioned her incase you join. 

When Anzanie said she had no idea- Elsa didn’t know if she was truthful or just trying to make her feel better. The scar, the memories…. It made her feel like absolute shit. That was the start of her whole downfall- the degradation, the loss of family, heartbreak and so many other things. If she had never gone out that day, she may have been able to hold off the Falls from getting attacked. Instead, she barely made it out with her head.

All because she couldn’t see.

She felt so fucking stupid and weak because of it. The ugly scar that marred her face was just a daily reminder of one of the biggest fuck ups in her life. Despite all these feelings, Elsa just offered Anzanie a small, gently smile. In return, she offered a shrug. No one wanted to hear the sob story, so instead she remained quiet.

The glazier continued, inquiring about glass. Elsa shook her head gently but glanced around. There were still stray shards strewn over the Edge’s lawn. They could be put to kind of good use right? ”I do not, but do you think it be possible to use some of the stray shards from the wall? That way we can clean up a bit and not put any extra work on you. I know how exhausting crafting can be. Before I was a Mason in the Hidden Falls. Working with stone was so exhausting.” Edgar and Elsa were both taken aback that she so freely divulged the information. Once again, shame and self-doubt crept up into her face as she tried to keep herself from apologizing. Oversharing and asking for extra work were two things she didn’t want to do- but ended up doing anyway. She could only hope Anzanie would ignore her uncivilized demeanor for today. This is what happens when she has to strip away the mask that is so forcibly glues to her face.


@Anzanie  
No worries! <3 I'm in no rush.

Elsa was relieved that Anzanie dropped the topic about her eye rather quickly. It was just uncomfortable to talk about, and so many dark things lurked back in that time. In all honesty, she was surprised she made it where she was today. Both Elsa and Edgar had assumed that the highest Elsa would climb on the social ladder would be the silent Mason. At the time, the isolation, the quiet… it was a respite from the tumultuous emotional shifting she had on the daily.

That’s probably why Anzanie seemed surprised at her comment. Elsa just offered a small little shrug. Might as well tell her- she doesn’t seem like the type that would do anything bad with information. Plus, she couldn’t hide it forever. She was meeting more and more previous Falls members everyday- and it was a fact that all of them remember that day, that life, in vivid detail.

”I was. For a while actually. Before the invasion all I wanted to do was craft, but as you can see, that kind of changed.” Elsa muttered near the end. It sounded bitter, and angry, because that’s what happened. Change. And Change sucked no matter what kind it was. Elsa hated when her routine changed, and that day, it all came crumbling down. ”I still have an ice crafting magic, but I rarely use it.” She mused aloud, watching intently as Anzanie went about her job. ”I just remember listening to boulders cracking all the time. It was intimidating, but beautiful all the same. Its just amazing that I was able to build caves and other things from chunks of seemingly useless rock.” Of course, the other things were not projects that she was proud of. It was cells, sensory deprivation rooms. Places she hoped she’d never have to meet again. If for some reason the new Falls wanted the Edge back, that was not going to happen. They can keep that cursed land. The Edge was hers now- her herds now. She wasn’t going to hand it back over once the Falls realized what a terrible place it was.



@Anzanie