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01-19-2016, 03:36 PM
Heffalump
He watched, muzzle twitching in concerned amusement, as Hera heeded his urging guidance. Tucked tail, twitching ears, tentative steps— and suddenly she was instinctively drinking her fill from Anzanie’s udder. Satisfaction and relief settled in his chest, calming and paternal feelings that he was so prone to have easing the weight of the meeting and sadness over little Hera’s lost mother.
His eyes drifted from the nursing Hera, to Anzanie’s swollen belly. A surprisingly sharp yearning pierced through him; it lasted but a breath, before the contentment of faux-paternity returned. His navy eyes, softened and lightened with aqua flecks, drifted further up, landing on the comforting, smiling face of his Glazier. She would do well as a mother— both surrogate and real.
He gave a shallow sigh, satisfied that all was well (for the moment) in the young filly’s world. Ears flickered, hearing the vague call of someone at the borders. At first he thought to ignore it, wishing to spend these quiet moments with a foal and a mother.
But he was a new King, and Kings had duties. He threads his gaze through the trees, wondering if Elsa would meet the calling stranger at their borders— but no, that was not right. He could not shoulder responsibility onto his newly appointed Queen simply because he selfishly wanted to remain. Giving a low, quiet nicker to Anzanie in farewell, he gently touched his muzzle to the top of Hera’s rump, “I am needed at the borders, little Hera. Don’t stray too far from Anzaine. I will see you soon.”
And, with that, the Elephant disappeared into the trees and mist.
His eyes drifted from the nursing Hera, to Anzanie’s swollen belly. A surprisingly sharp yearning pierced through him; it lasted but a breath, before the contentment of faux-paternity returned. His navy eyes, softened and lightened with aqua flecks, drifted further up, landing on the comforting, smiling face of his Glazier. She would do well as a mother— both surrogate and real.
He gave a shallow sigh, satisfied that all was well (for the moment) in the young filly’s world. Ears flickered, hearing the vague call of someone at the borders. At first he thought to ignore it, wishing to spend these quiet moments with a foal and a mother.
But he was a new King, and Kings had duties. He threads his gaze through the trees, wondering if Elsa would meet the calling stranger at their borders— but no, that was not right. He could not shoulder responsibility onto his newly appointed Queen simply because he selfishly wanted to remain. Giving a low, quiet nicker to Anzanie in farewell, he gently touched his muzzle to the top of Hera’s rump, “I am needed at the borders, little Hera. Don’t stray too far from Anzaine. I will see you soon.”
And, with that, the Elephant disappeared into the trees and mist.
@Hera @Anzane such a cute thread <3 thanks guys!
Please tag Tembovu.
