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02-11-2016, 03:16 PM
The Elephant could not remember the last time such tension had existed between his old friend and himself. Theirs had been such a long friendship— he had not even known it began when they met, they both had been such young colts. Aji had been so different then he and his brother— all slender legs and delicate face. Hasovir and himself were sturdier colts, curtesy of their father’s genes. And Aji had been so mischievous compared to the brawny, plain fun the brothers shared. In short, it had been an immediate and easy friendship— because of (or despite) their obvious opposites.
But today, on the long trek back from the Threshold (though what was such a trek compared to the vast plains of Dorobo?), tension radiated from the great stallion— and, being so large, it was palpable. Perhaps it was the time spent apart. Perhaps it was that he never expected to see his friend again (did he feel guilt at that?). Perhaps it was the encounter with Rexanna and Rein (that most assuredly unsettled the man).
It was likely all these things.
Regardless, the stallion still attempted to carry a conversation, asking after Dorobo, the Makutano, if mutual friends survived the Fall. This possibly was a poor topic, for it only added to the King’s tension and guilt.
Finally, upon breaching the glass-laden borders of the Edge, he paused his stride and sighed. “This is the Edge. The glass on the ground is remnants of a wall— it fell before I arrived. Though we’ve been attempting to pick them up, and replace with other defenses…” he trailed off, continuing his sweeping pace, tirelessly pushing to the cliffs.
He walked in silence now, mulling over his thoughts. He had been shocked and exuberant to see is friend, but now— now what was he doing? Breaking through the trees and halting at the awe-inspiring drop, he turned his head towards his friend (who hopefully was still alongside him, despite his quiet mood).
“I hadn’t told Rexanna of Mara— only that they died,” a confession, stark and abrupt, was quietly snatched from his lips by the cool sea breeze. “It was so easy, so quick, with her… like fate gave a second chance,” his low voice fades— he had forgotten (missed), the easy ear of his friend.
But today, on the long trek back from the Threshold (though what was such a trek compared to the vast plains of Dorobo?), tension radiated from the great stallion— and, being so large, it was palpable. Perhaps it was the time spent apart. Perhaps it was that he never expected to see his friend again (did he feel guilt at that?). Perhaps it was the encounter with Rexanna and Rein (that most assuredly unsettled the man).
It was likely all these things.
Regardless, the stallion still attempted to carry a conversation, asking after Dorobo, the Makutano, if mutual friends survived the Fall. This possibly was a poor topic, for it only added to the King’s tension and guilt.
Finally, upon breaching the glass-laden borders of the Edge, he paused his stride and sighed. “This is the Edge. The glass on the ground is remnants of a wall— it fell before I arrived. Though we’ve been attempting to pick them up, and replace with other defenses…” he trailed off, continuing his sweeping pace, tirelessly pushing to the cliffs.
He walked in silence now, mulling over his thoughts. He had been shocked and exuberant to see is friend, but now— now what was he doing? Breaking through the trees and halting at the awe-inspiring drop, he turned his head towards his friend (who hopefully was still alongside him, despite his quiet mood).
“I hadn’t told Rexanna of Mara— only that they died,” a confession, stark and abrupt, was quietly snatched from his lips by the cool sea breeze. “It was so easy, so quick, with her… like fate gave a second chance,” his low voice fades— he had forgotten (missed), the easy ear of his friend.
Tembovu & Kiuaji
ooc| The belated welcoming of @Kiuaji . Come enjoy the poison & sass ;]
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