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10-08-2015, 11:36 PM
The giant lowers his head further to the water, opening his thick lips for a drink as Brisa steps nearer to him. He leans towards her, shoulder brushing hers gently in a friendly response to her greeting. SPLASH. Ears and head snap to the water as the playful puppy explodes in a splash of water. He smiles at the playful antics, not minding the spray of water that now decorates his face and front legs. He’ll soon be soaked with the warm rain of Tallsun, if the silent heat lightning decorating the sky above them is any indication. He watches the branching streaks of electricity, before returning his muzzle to the trickling water. He takes a few, sucking sips as Vitani speaks. The rebellion in the little filly’s face contrasts the apology of her words. Tembovu smiles to himself, for it is always entertaining to see adolescents balance into their innate defiance with their need for social interaction. It had been one of his favorite parts of being a general. Raising his head, he nods a greeting to the filly and her hound, a few, crystalline droplets of water falling from his wet lips. His booming laugh overtakes the clearing as Ezital speaks, joining Brisa’s chuckles. “You are most certainly welcome to try,” his words rumbles with amusement. He opens his mouth to speak again, but the words are drowned out by a deep, boom of thunder as the heavens alight with another, less silent, electric spear. Warily eyeing the heavens once again, he sighs. “I think we are all doomed to be wet, regardless of our shelter— though I am also happy to offer you residence within my herd of the World’s Edge. It is the furthermost west of Helovia, on white sea cliffs,” as his deep voice stops rolling, a few thick droplets fall onto his broad back. “At least it will be warm rain,” he grins lopsidedly to the antlered colt. “What brings you to Helovia, Ezital?” |
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