The Edge was an amazing place to call home and I had no quarrels about it’s significance to my heart. If I had done anything differently in my life, I wouldn’t be who I am today and I have no shame in the way I live. I had discovered a new part of myself that I longed to indulge. I wanted to heal and to enjoy the sense of self-satisfaction that I would surely encounter while doing so. I could remember Adura, whom I found in the Threshold, frail and starving. I had brought her back to the Edge in hoped that she could recover and now, months later, she was flourishing within the mists of our home. She was an angel born of greed and I had allowed her to spread her wings within the veils of safety that the fog created along our borders. However, the mist wasn’t our only form of defense. Mirage the Dragonheart was a force to be reckoned with and I was more than glad to back her when she called. Many rivals tried to mimic her leadership, but in my mind’s eyes, we had ended up with the very best.

My body had grown thick in the winter months and I was certain that I could shed a few pounds, but that wasn’t my purpose today. Though, I made a silent promise to myself that I would contemplate taking up a few spars in order to sustain my former resilience. Something about the cold invited me to hibernation like some old grisly, hiding beneath the snowy mounds of frost until the sun finally grew near enough to swathe me in gentle heat. My bones had even grown brittle from the lack of activity and my knees were eager to protest as I moved across the moist earth, damp from the approaching spring rains. Around my toes, the mud began to suckle and screech beneath my weight and though I had grown somewhat accustomed to traversing the sticky remnants of Frostfall, I was greedily awaiting the hardened grounds of Tallsun.

However, the benign rays of spring light did wonders to illuminate the soft dappling along my bay coat. for once, I felt at an advantage when it came to my appearance, considering it had taken a low blow due to the deformity of my wings. But, as I thought about it, I wondered what exactly I would do with such an attribute. I was perfectly satisfied with wandering the lands on foot as it seemed that I had become more appreciative of the world around me that way.

And it seemed that I was in the right place for doing just that as the Threshold had always seemed to carry a certain beauty about it that calmed my heart. On days like today, I felt more than at ease just wandering through the trees, under the shade of impending night. The soft illumination that split the clouds was that of a sweet lavender and it made me think of the first night I met Tamira. She had reminded me of the sunset with her tender personality and angelic graces. The last time I saw her had been somewhat confusing and I only hoped that one day she would be able to take hold of her own body and shut out Myriad completely- despite my current obsession with the two.

The cracking of dried foliage upon the forest floor alerted me to another’s approach. Though, I wasn’t certain if it was really an approach at all or just a mere chance that brought our paths across one another. She was a striking creature, painted in silvers and grays that complemented her amber eyes. They held flecks of gold that caught in the fading light and made me believe that perhaps they were not truly golden at all, but instead a soft rosy hue that had been collected from the sun itself. Though, it seemed as if the burnished accents didn’t stop at her eyes- there was small symbol that rested diligently along her underbelly, near her hip. I had never seen such a marking on anyone other than a few horses in the Edge and I was tempted to ask her ho she had received it. But there were always better opportunities to inquire about such information.

I smiled at her now, raising a brow to indicate some gesture of friendship. I didn’t want to alarm her with my size as I was certainly a great bit larger than she. I extended my feathered extensions and then resettled them against my spine. I wasn’t sure if she would mentioned them or not, though I hoped it would be something she chose to omit from our conversation until later- at lest if she gave me the time of day to even explain them.

“Were you looking for something? Or did you come here to enjoy the simplicity of The Threshold as well?” A small chuckled followed my form of greeting and I couldn’t help but succumb to the small smile that danced across my lips soon after. I wasn’t sure if she was a newcomer to Helovia, but if she was, I was certainly more than obliging when it came to informing new faces about The World’s Edge.

Simple fairy tales; we all live in them and perhaps we all die in them. From one storyteller to another, I thought I would share the story about the lion and the lamb. I wouldn’t care to hear your protest, if you’ve heard it before, you’ll hear it again. There was a small lamb- of course she would be small- and a large lion. Whatever fate brought the two together I can’t recall, but here they were, standing face to face. It was as if they had never seen the likes of something so large or so small. But of course they hadn’t, they were of entirely different species. The lion was a kind hearted creature, who prided himself in feasting on only sick or dying things. The lamb, who had not the slightest notion of this shied away from him. But he meant her no harm, he only desired a friend. I’m not even sure how the tale ends because I’ve forgotten it through the years, but no matter, I could always just come up with an ending myself. You hadn’t the need to tell me that I shouldn’t be a storyteller at all, because it is something I already know. All I really wanted to portray was just how I felt meeting this delicate lamb that thought I was going to gobble her up… Perhaps that’s why I was a healer and not some crafty-minded, well... storyteller.

I seriously needed to find some other way to depict my life happenings…

She was a quiet thing, child-like and perhaps child-sized as well; at least in my company. Something about her reminded me of a flower and the way it blooms in the spring sun. At first she was just a shell, closed-off and mysterious. But as I looked upon her now, she was blossoming, shedding her inhibitions for the light of my company. I was glad to see her prosper. I smiled slightly as she spoke, her voice a soft tinkling that reminded me of bells. Wherever she came from must have been magical, or at least from my perspective. Then again, I wasn’t about to intrude on her privacy. What kind of gentleman would that make me?

Though from the expression on her face now, it appeared as if she had been the one to enter some kind of magical fantasy. The look of sheer bliss looked well upon her face because it lit her eyes. I thought about telling her that she had in fact encountered a place that was far from magical, but I didn’t want to crush her dreams… just yet. When I thought that she had somewhat recovered from her mild sense of daydreaming, I raised a curious brow at her. “I hope I had not… intruded. I’m Thor, World’s Edge Nurse and you are in fact, in The Threshold of Helovia.” The way the words slipped off my tongue reminded me of some cheap, sleazy salesman, but hell, how else was I supposed to get through introductions without boring her entirely? “Is there something that you seek here Miss Sulwyn?”

Ooc| Don’t pay attention to the problems throughout this, it’s late and I wanted to test out my new laptop.

She was a quiet animal, very conservative and self-reliant. But it seemed to me that she had opened her gates to allow me to come in. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was no longer fearful of my approach, but still, I was slow and vigilant in my manner. I lowered my brown eyes to gaze into those of amber and I stayed there allowing her to look into me as I now did to her. This was a moment of pure compassion in which I wanted to honor her with the presentation of her future and the banishment of her past. This was a land of new beginnings and I wanted her to realize that, despite her broken ties that kept her bound in some kind of sour remembrance.

One feather –clad hoof was raised and brought forwards before the following of another. I was coming closer and never did my eyes leave hers. This was a moment of testing, a moment in which I would gauge her readiness. If I thought that she was unsure or afraid of what I had to offer, then I would leave her here for someone else that she felt she trusted. She flashed me a brilliant grin and behind it, I saw the pain of memories that I was not certain that I wanted to delve in. They were brewing behind those golden eyes like a tidal wave and threatened to come crashing down upon the shores of my gracious servitude. After all, this was her time to shine- not mine.

“There are many herds here in Helovia. I am from The World’s Edge led by the Dragonheart, Mirage. However, The Dragon’s Throat is a fine land as well that caters primarily to Pegasi and The Windtossed Foothills, a land that strives for racial equality. If you feel you’ve a darker side to reckon with, I might suggest becoming an outcast because Psyche the DarkEmpress only allows Unicorns into her band.” I paused now to look upon her with deep, murky eyes. I was one that spoke diligently of equality and so I was also sure to inform new residents of all of the possibilities in Helovia. After all, had I not been allowed the same freedom of choice when I first came to the land?

Again, her bell-like tunes graced the open air. They were soft and mesmerizing as if meant to lure those into her company, even though she seemed shy about her appearance. She had angled herself away from me and I was afraid that it was because of something I had done. However, I did not let it affect me- not just yet. Through dark lips did my spiel continue and I was glad to appease the tense atmosphere that seemed to invade in between conversation. “As a nurse, I wish to pursue the right to heals others that are in need of my services. You may pursue many paths here, depending on which herd you choose to join and their rank options; though many are similar in course, just different names and abilities.”

I smiled at her now, trying my best to figure her out despite the ominous wall that served her fortitude.

ooc| Sick with the Flu and fever, so I'm sorry for this rubbish and for the wait.

Like a scared lamb, I watched as her eyes grew wide in reaction to my approach. In light, she may have been just shocked at my audacity, but as I gazed at her, I could see it there, nestled among other emotions that brewed within her golden eyes- fear. I didn’t want to see that hurt upon her face, I didn’t want to be the one that caused it. But I was determined to make her face it, face her discretion and work through it. I was not here to hurt her or to detour her. I glanced around, gesturing to the wide open expanse of The Threshold. She was free to leave whenever she desired, I wasn’t going to hold her back. Helovia was about freedom and choice. I could not keep her from making her own decisions.

But the more I spoke, the more she calmed. She seemed to relax into me just as I hoped she would. A gentle smile spread easily across my lips as I thought of the few similarities she shared with my beloved Tamira. They were few, but the kindness and the way she wore her heart on her sleeve was enough to paint a vivid picture of the mare that I had fallen completely head over heels for in my mind. Sulwyn wasn’t exactly Tamira’s twin, so to speak, but there was enough of her that seemed to ease my thoughts while I was in her presence. Maybe I just had a soft spot for those softer females that knew a little something about sticking to their initiatives.

And just like Tamira, she said yes.

was eager to follow me home to The Edge and I was more than delighted, ecstatic even. I wanted her to feel just as welcome as I had felt when mirage had asked me to come to the Edge with her. She would find that our family was close-knit and growing. We were becoming an empire and I was glad that she would be able to see it as it was rising from the ashes. I figured that as soon as we returned home, I could tell her of the perils that The Edge had faced as of late. We had lost our lead to the merciless clutches of The Basin and from that, we had grown only stronger.

We had become united, a formidable adversary.

I smiled genuinely now, a bright thing that turned my dark lips and rested somewhere within the depths of my eyes. I was happy that she had decided to give us a chance. I was glad that I had given her one. With that, I turned on my heels and looked back at her, all playfulness and child-like attire. “Then allow me to assist you to your new home, Miss Sulwyn. I think you’ll find it more than appealing.” I turned then, headed towards my home, her home. This was a life of many new beginnings and Sulwyn’s was starting now.