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12-28-2015, 05:37 PM
Heffalump
He met the cautious, wide-eyed gaze of the little foal as she mentioned ‘trouble.’ Amusement flashed through him, crinkling his eyes and turning up the edges of his mouth, despite being so close to the deadly drop. “No, Hera. You are not in trouble. Let’s keep it that way, hm?” He winked at the filly, relieved as she finally took steps away from the cliffs and allowed the Elephant to herd her away.
Thankfully, as Hera reminded him of her lack of food source, Anzanie appeared in all her pregnant glory. He grinned, half forced as the sadness of the filly pervaded the clearing, and half genuine as he was glad to see his Glazier. “You have something to eat now, Hera,” his low voice rumbled softly to her, before he lifted his great head to nod in greeting towards the beautifully splashed mare.
“Hello, Anzanie. Pregnancy becomes you, you look radiant,” a true, lopsided smile slid across his broad features, “And there’s no need for formalities. I have not changed because my title has; I am just Tembovu to friends.” He then motioned towards the hungry, beautiful filly that barely reached his knees, “This is Hera,” he looked down to the girl, “And Hera, meet Anzanie. She is a Glazier of the herd— she makes things out of glass.” He added the explanation as an afterthought, realizing that the filly would have no idea as to what a ‘Glazier’ meant.
He returned his dark blue gaze to his splashed friend, “Hera was separated from her mother upon entering Helovia, and she’s in need of a wet-dam. I was hoping, with your pregnancy, that you’d be able to nurse and watch her?” His ears swivel uncertainly, knowing that he could command his friend to do as he asked, especially since Hera so desperately needed a source of milk… But that wasn’t just, and felt like an abuse of power.
Thankfully, as Hera reminded him of her lack of food source, Anzanie appeared in all her pregnant glory. He grinned, half forced as the sadness of the filly pervaded the clearing, and half genuine as he was glad to see his Glazier. “You have something to eat now, Hera,” his low voice rumbled softly to her, before he lifted his great head to nod in greeting towards the beautifully splashed mare.
“Hello, Anzanie. Pregnancy becomes you, you look radiant,” a true, lopsided smile slid across his broad features, “And there’s no need for formalities. I have not changed because my title has; I am just Tembovu to friends.” He then motioned towards the hungry, beautiful filly that barely reached his knees, “This is Hera,” he looked down to the girl, “And Hera, meet Anzanie. She is a Glazier of the herd— she makes things out of glass.” He added the explanation as an afterthought, realizing that the filly would have no idea as to what a ‘Glazier’ meant.
He returned his dark blue gaze to his splashed friend, “Hera was separated from her mother upon entering Helovia, and she’s in need of a wet-dam. I was hoping, with your pregnancy, that you’d be able to nurse and watch her?” His ears swivel uncertainly, knowing that he could command his friend to do as he asked, especially since Hera so desperately needed a source of milk… But that wasn’t just, and felt like an abuse of power.
@Hera @Anzanie sorry for the wait!
