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12-11-2015, 05:40 PM
Tembovu
the Elephant
He watched her closely as she spoke of her past, once again seeing the sadness that resurfaced on her face. His ears twitched as she forcefully pushed away the clouds on her face, tone exasperated with herself. The smallest of frowns creased his brow and pursed his black muzzle, but he held his tongue. Because really, what was there to say? Helovia was her future. She was a Glazier, answering only to himself and Mauja, crafting things with god-given magic. Surely that compared with ruling a dynasty.
Though, he knew better than most, that it is not the circmstances of the past that we miss. It is the people. All the giant could do was offer his own steady friendship, the rest would be up to Anzanie to move on from her history. “A bright future, indeed,” his low voice rumbled in quiet agreement.
At her exuberant response and smile to his suggestion, he could not help a broad grin cover his face. It was the first true grin, sending an echoing warmth to his chest, that he had felt since leaving the broken Rexanna in the Isles. It warmed his eyes and lifted the weight that had settled along his broad spine. “I am glad you like the idea, Anzanie,” again his brontide rumbled, though this time warmer and louder— more akin to its usual tone.
Though his warmth faded sightly as she motioned towards his fallen trinket. Gaze cast down, he nodded marginally, accepting that he was in fact keeping the lion’s claw. It’s sharp edge would hang over his chest, a reminder of the damage his own affections had caused to another’s heart. “Please, my fellow Glazier, if you would,” his giant horn motioned lightly towards the claw.
He would watch his thoughts, for they became words. And he would watch his words, for they became actions. And he would watch his actions, for they would become his legacy. And the Elephant did not want a legacy of destruction, as he had left in his past. He wanted a legacy of restoration.
Though, he knew better than most, that it is not the circmstances of the past that we miss. It is the people. All the giant could do was offer his own steady friendship, the rest would be up to Anzanie to move on from her history. “A bright future, indeed,” his low voice rumbled in quiet agreement.
At her exuberant response and smile to his suggestion, he could not help a broad grin cover his face. It was the first true grin, sending an echoing warmth to his chest, that he had felt since leaving the broken Rexanna in the Isles. It warmed his eyes and lifted the weight that had settled along his broad spine. “I am glad you like the idea, Anzanie,” again his brontide rumbled, though this time warmer and louder— more akin to its usual tone.
Though his warmth faded sightly as she motioned towards his fallen trinket. Gaze cast down, he nodded marginally, accepting that he was in fact keeping the lion’s claw. It’s sharp edge would hang over his chest, a reminder of the damage his own affections had caused to another’s heart. “Please, my fellow Glazier, if you would,” his giant horn motioned lightly towards the claw.
He would watch his thoughts, for they became words. And he would watch his words, for they became actions. And he would watch his actions, for they would become his legacy. And the Elephant did not want a legacy of destruction, as he had left in his past. He wanted a legacy of restoration.
@Anzanie we should be able to finish this up soon! :D <3
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