your faith was strong but you needed proof

His words... the way they began made her heart shatter. Her face fell for a moment, trying to process what she perceived to be rejection. The Icebound wasn't prepared for his agreement, and his promise that they would be a family. Hope returned to her eyes, and she nodded her head in agreement, extending a muzzle to brush against his face. "Darwin, our family will be our family. Nobody else can ruin that for us." She murmured gently. Elsa knew nothing of his brothers, but truth be told that hell hath no fury like a mother scorned. If they came at their family with fire, Elsa would show them just how much ice could burn.

But the gentle touch of Darwin's wing silenced all the fears that had come bubbling to the surface. All that remained was a natural need and a want to be with Darwin. His touches left a burning trail of fire, until he gently asked for permission. Ever the gentleman he was. Elsa looked back, offering a nod of approval, before bracing herself for his weight. Soon enough, she was consumed, burning for Darwin in a way she hadn't for anyone else.

Edgar and Antaa had long since flew the roost- quite literally. Antaa followed happily, and he soared along with her through the trees until they found the perfect spot for gathering. Before he even had time to think, he looked over to see Antaa with quite the fetching mustache. He let out a trill of laughter, shaking his head at just how odd the situation was. He hopped forward, past the flaming vixen. Shifting through a pile of lost fur and soft grasses, he noticed a small, pale blue egg. It wasn't cracked, was fully intact, and seemed to have fallen from a nearby tree. Edgar peeped for Antaa, signaling her to come look. Scanning the trees above, it seemed there was no nearby nest or mother to be found. He gently nudged the egg, moving the excess dirt and debris from its otherwise immaculate shell. Turning toward his mustached lover, he offered a trill of excitement. "Look's like we get our own family to!" There was an undertone of love and excitement of the prospect of them having their own family. Edgar had never thought it would be possible, but maybe, just maybe, they could have their own. He rummaged around a bit till he could find a giant leaf, and gently rolled the egg towards it. He filled in a few spaces around it with fur and grasses. Wrapping it up, he picked up the sack in his beak- looking almost like a stork ready to deliver babies. He nodded for Antaa to follow- he was being a bit pushy with this whole love and family thing, but she seemed just as excited. Hopefully Antaa was open to the prospect of being a mother, because the Gods knew Edgar was already twittering with excitement.

the icebound