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if you do good work, it will be shared - Tembovu - 03-26-2017 With the disturbing, insulting departure of the Edge’s Specter, Toulouse, the King felt unsettled. Never, before, had such disloyalty been shown the the Edge by its own member. Highly ranked member, at that. Dark blue eyes were lined and clouded, black skin creased with disappointed thoughts. Thick, dark lips were set in a line—before he realized that his disgruntled and unseeing gaze was staring directly (and unseeingly) at Yael, the gilded mare whom had sought the ranks of both healing and wisdom, only to recently choose to follow the path of the Moon, as Alysanne had revealed to him. He sighed, a breath clouding around his nostrils in the misted air, “Hello, Yael,” was his deep rumble, the warmth that usually colored his voice stolen away by his unease and a slight tinge of apology for his distracted ignorance of her. “How do you find life in the Edge?” Was his question, dark eyes studying the bright gold of her face and the dark skin that showed where the gold hairs thinned around her amber eyes. There was something deeper beneath his question, perhaps seeking affirmation in the face of Toulouse’s denouncement. Or, perhaps it was that he held more stock in someone who remained in the Edge, loyal and calm and kind—and so the great Elephant King awaited her answer. For @Yael ! Anyone who she'd like to join may :) Following/referencing this. RE: if you do good work, it will be shared - Yael - 03-27-2017 yael Honestly, the last thing the little golden mare expects is to hear her name rumbling from the King’s lips; he has never shown an interest in her before – why should he now, even as she passes right by him? Nevertheless, she pauses mid-step, her ears swiveling back towards the horned stallion, before her head, and then whole body follows suit. Lightly adorned, she isn’t much to look at aside from the golden sheen of her skin and the silver-white of her mane. The misty night mutes her, gives her mane and tail a ghostly quality (and oh, what a fine night it would be to turn into a dragon, she thinks – the silent, ghostly guardian of the pine forest). Finely tuned senses detect an other in his voice, but that could be due to any number of reasons, and knowing the multitude of thoughts that often hang heavy on a monarch’s shoulders, Yael does not assume anything. trust your heart if the seas catch fire live by love, though the stars walk backwards @Tembovu Just Yael :) |