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11-12-2015, 09:32 AM
Tembovu
the Elephant
A shade of surprise enters the sad shadows on his face at the urgency with which his fellow crafter speaks. His ears, which were tilted backwards, flick forward to listen to her words. ”Gifts that we gain through relationships are almost as important as the relationship itself,” his eyes fall down to the claw once again. He was not sure if this was the ‘gift’ he wished to take from his ‘relations’ with Rexanna. To him, the more valuable gifts she gave him were light, happiness, control (salvation) of his inner monsters. Not this sharp, destructive, massive claw.
But, but, if this is all he had to remind him of her… then Anzanie was right. He should not discard it (and, truthfully, he could not part with it, yet). The wound was too fresh, too deep. And perhaps this claw would be his own, cautionary reminder in matters of the heart. Gods knew, given his current record, that he needed one.
Again, his dark blue gaze raises to her as she continues to speak, “If anybody has caught you then… they’re going to keep you.” The slimmest of smiles hovers on his broad muzzle, her heartfelt flattery soothing the cracks in his dignity. “So you think I’m a catch, Anz?” a small amount of humor returned to his deep voice as the grin grew on his face.
At her hopeful look, words, and smile, his great head cocked in thought. A chain of glass to tie this claw to him? It seemed fitting— not so permanent as metal chain (for Rexanna was not permanently his), but still hardier than the flimsy leather strap he had crafted. But it seemed selfish— wrong, even— to allow Anzanie to use such dark magic in a gift only for him. But her eyes were so eager, her look so hopeful… “Alright, but only if you make something for yourself, as well. Both Glaziers ought to be ornamented in glass, don’t you think?” if not for the weight of sadness that still lingered, despite her kinds words, he would have winked.
But, but, if this is all he had to remind him of her… then Anzanie was right. He should not discard it (and, truthfully, he could not part with it, yet). The wound was too fresh, too deep. And perhaps this claw would be his own, cautionary reminder in matters of the heart. Gods knew, given his current record, that he needed one.
Again, his dark blue gaze raises to her as she continues to speak, “If anybody has caught you then… they’re going to keep you.” The slimmest of smiles hovers on his broad muzzle, her heartfelt flattery soothing the cracks in his dignity. “So you think I’m a catch, Anz?” a small amount of humor returned to his deep voice as the grin grew on his face.
At her hopeful look, words, and smile, his great head cocked in thought. A chain of glass to tie this claw to him? It seemed fitting— not so permanent as metal chain (for Rexanna was not permanently his), but still hardier than the flimsy leather strap he had crafted. But it seemed selfish— wrong, even— to allow Anzanie to use such dark magic in a gift only for him. But her eyes were so eager, her look so hopeful… “Alright, but only if you make something for yourself, as well. Both Glaziers ought to be ornamented in glass, don’t you think?” if not for the weight of sadness that still lingered, despite her kinds words, he would have winked.
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