The Edge was an amazing place to call home and I had no quarrels about its 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.

As I made my way into the Heavenly Fields, I was perhaps interested in the pretense that I was coming to see just where my first child would be born. I wondered what that day would be like and how I would react. But as I drew towards the heart of the land, I noticed something that was entirely out of place. He was a large creature, possessing an almost unearthly glow. Something about the animal made me pause. I was in complete awe, struck by the wonders of what I assumed was a God. I had never met one face to face and it was as if those times in the Veins had finally come to life before me. I had missed my chances then, but I was determined to capture them now.

There was another mare there that I had never met before. She was a roan mare, splashed in white and from the smell of her, lived in the Throat. I was hesitant to approach, but I knew that I couldn’t turn away. As I approached, I could hear her whispered tunes as she spoke her name. Sierra. It was a lovely name and I nodded to her as I drew near. I didn’t want to interrupt their introductions and simply stood alongside them as I waited for the large stallion’s response. However, once I felt as if they had finished their greetings, I looked from one to the other and smiled. “I’m Thor… It’s so nice to meet you both.

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