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01-13-2016, 09:15 AM
Tembovu
the Elephant
Blue eyes watched carefully as he fellow Glazier crafted. It seemed that she, with her internal light and spirit, wielded that Lady Moon’s magic with ease. Glass shards shifted, moulded, melted, re-formed into sharp spikes and slender chains. And only concentration marred her face— no darkness or fear crossed her splashed features. An ear splayed sideways in disconcertion; his had always been a wary usage of the power. After all, had it not reawakened and fed his demons, trapping him and sending him to his knees?
His hide rippled, a small frown turning down the corners of his mouth at the memory. But, for Anzanie, it shaping the shards with moon mist was merely worked with her gift. She did not fight it, as he had. Perhaps there was too much darkness in him… Perhaps the dark parts of the Moon’s gift found them and fed them, whilst with Anzanie there was no darkness to feed.
Regardless, of the reason, he was glad that his friend did not feel the Glazier-gift weigh so heavily on her soul, as he did. He looked down at the lion’s claw, now attached to a glittering glass chain. As delicate as his current connection to Rexanna— yet as hard as his resolve to fix it. He was surprised at this realization, for he hadn’t thought he wanted to fix it; he thought Rex better off without him. But now… The thought of her around Caleb crossed his mind and filled it with dark anger.
He shook the thought away, bending his head down to hook the chain with his horn, carefully shaking his head so that it would slip over his ears and slide to rest on his great shoulders. “It is perfect, Anzanie…” he paused, knowing that he had had avoided her previous question, for the rawness of the answer still hurt, “This, the lion’s claw, is from a lov—a friend. Rexanna, she resides in the Basin,” his voice grew deeper as he answered.
His eyes found the crown around her long, slender spiraled spear. He smiled once again, nodding marginally, “A crown fit for a princess,” he gave her the smallest of winks. “Thank you, Anz,” as he reached out his muzzle to touch her neck in thanks, it was clear he meant it for more than just the chain.
His hide rippled, a small frown turning down the corners of his mouth at the memory. But, for Anzanie, it shaping the shards with moon mist was merely worked with her gift. She did not fight it, as he had. Perhaps there was too much darkness in him… Perhaps the dark parts of the Moon’s gift found them and fed them, whilst with Anzanie there was no darkness to feed.
Regardless, of the reason, he was glad that his friend did not feel the Glazier-gift weigh so heavily on her soul, as he did. He looked down at the lion’s claw, now attached to a glittering glass chain. As delicate as his current connection to Rexanna— yet as hard as his resolve to fix it. He was surprised at this realization, for he hadn’t thought he wanted to fix it; he thought Rex better off without him. But now… The thought of her around Caleb crossed his mind and filled it with dark anger.
He shook the thought away, bending his head down to hook the chain with his horn, carefully shaking his head so that it would slip over his ears and slide to rest on his great shoulders. “It is perfect, Anzanie…” he paused, knowing that he had had avoided her previous question, for the rawness of the answer still hurt, “This, the lion’s claw, is from a lov—a friend. Rexanna, she resides in the Basin,” his voice grew deeper as he answered.
His eyes found the crown around her long, slender spiraled spear. He smiled once again, nodding marginally, “A crown fit for a princess,” he gave her the smallest of winks. “Thank you, Anz,” as he reached out his muzzle to touch her neck in thanks, it was clear he meant it for more than just the chain.
@Anzanie I'm happy to end it here, or if you want to still reply that's good, too! <3 :D
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