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Silently he watches her as she speaks. Deep, usually warm eyes that were overflowing with emotion become glassy. Though beneath the glaze is a well of hurt, of sadness, of anger. She will not leave with him. She wants to love him, yet wishes to keep him at a distance? Because he does not know her? So he can get to know her better by being away from her?
Ah, her duties at the Basin. What is it about this Basin that draws so many and keeps them so loyal? So loyal that Rexanna would choose it over himself- no, that is not the way to think. That will lead to resentment and bitterness. He was the one who had issued an ultimatum, after all.
Uncharacteristically, he remained quiet at she finished her words. ‘I can only hope that I still have a friend at the end of the darkness.’ A friend? Is that all he was now? His jaw flexed as he grit his teeth, stony gaze leaving the mare’s captivating teal one. He stared at a lonely tree in the meadow- now dead with Frostfall. He felt so much like that tree. He had been bursting with promise just a season before, but now… Now he felt hollow, discarded.
This was a new type of loss for him. And it hurt. What kept him together was the self-flagellation of recalling his dead Mara. That loss was so much more final. He grasped onto this perspective as he glared at the dead tree.
“Indeed, a friend,” his voice, despite his best attempts repressing it, was sarcastic and angry. He then turned his gaze to her. Tears. His jaw softened, as did his eyes. The effect she had on him! He took a half step toward her, reaching his muzzle out towards her face.
Carefully, his thick and whiskered maw catches and wipes a tear that had escaped. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply her scent, gently resting his large head against her petite, painted face, “Woman, what am I to do with you?” He opens his eyes, looking so closely into her own, incredible teal pools as his rhetorical question rumbles against her.
Then he pulls away, “Until we meet again, my lovely Rex.” And, with his large heart grievously wounded, the elephant walked away.
Ah, her duties at the Basin. What is it about this Basin that draws so many and keeps them so loyal? So loyal that Rexanna would choose it over himself- no, that is not the way to think. That will lead to resentment and bitterness. He was the one who had issued an ultimatum, after all.
Uncharacteristically, he remained quiet at she finished her words. ‘I can only hope that I still have a friend at the end of the darkness.’ A friend? Is that all he was now? His jaw flexed as he grit his teeth, stony gaze leaving the mare’s captivating teal one. He stared at a lonely tree in the meadow- now dead with Frostfall. He felt so much like that tree. He had been bursting with promise just a season before, but now… Now he felt hollow, discarded.
This was a new type of loss for him. And it hurt. What kept him together was the self-flagellation of recalling his dead Mara. That loss was so much more final. He grasped onto this perspective as he glared at the dead tree.
“Indeed, a friend,” his voice, despite his best attempts repressing it, was sarcastic and angry. He then turned his gaze to her. Tears. His jaw softened, as did his eyes. The effect she had on him! He took a half step toward her, reaching his muzzle out towards her face.
Carefully, his thick and whiskered maw catches and wipes a tear that had escaped. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply her scent, gently resting his large head against her petite, painted face, “Woman, what am I to do with you?” He opens his eyes, looking so closely into her own, incredible teal pools as his rhetorical question rumbles against her.
Then he pulls away, “Until we meet again, my lovely Rex.” And, with his large heart grievously wounded, the elephant walked away.
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