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03-21-2016, 12:53 AM
Tembovu & Mwebene
An irate squeak came from the tousled elephant as she righted herself— only to be pelted with more snow by the mini-Tembovu beside her. Reaching out her trunk to grab and stop her shaking, it closed on thin air as the filly bounded eagerly towards her bonded. Cold and irritability pulsed through their bond; the elephant calf had yet to be this chilled and she had yet to have someone she was interested in flounce away from her. Snow stuck in the small crevices between wrinkles, slowly melting to frigid water that tickled as it dripped down her sides. Small icicles clung to the whiskers around her mouth and to her long eyelashes. And the glare she aimed at Tembovu could have melted the ice bank they stood on.
Roughly shaking her head to clear the snow from behind (and within) her large ears, she stomped towards Tembovu and the spritely little foal that was sounding out her name. She slammed to a halt in front of her, ears out and trunk outstretched towards her muzzle. But she didn’t touch her, no— it was Hera’s job to greet her now, with a muzzle touch to her trunk. Blue eyes stare expectantly at the young filly.
Tembovu, thoroughly amused (which was the only redeeming quality of this entire charade, to Mbwene), frowned only softly at Hera’s words. “I hadn’t forgotten about you, Hera. I just… There were things that happened, but now all is well.” All was not well, if the swelling and festering of his right knee was any indication. But he ignored it.
“Mbwene,” he said the name more slowly this time, “is an elephant. And a companion is a creature that hatches from an egg and shares part of you mind, yourself. I found Mbwene’s egg on the other side of Helovia.” His low explanation pauses as he studies the small filly, “How was playing in the snow?”
Roughly shaking her head to clear the snow from behind (and within) her large ears, she stomped towards Tembovu and the spritely little foal that was sounding out her name. She slammed to a halt in front of her, ears out and trunk outstretched towards her muzzle. But she didn’t touch her, no— it was Hera’s job to greet her now, with a muzzle touch to her trunk. Blue eyes stare expectantly at the young filly.
Tembovu, thoroughly amused (which was the only redeeming quality of this entire charade, to Mbwene), frowned only softly at Hera’s words. “I hadn’t forgotten about you, Hera. I just… There were things that happened, but now all is well.” All was not well, if the swelling and festering of his right knee was any indication. But he ignored it.
“Mbwene,” he said the name more slowly this time, “is an elephant. And a companion is a creature that hatches from an egg and shares part of you mind, yourself. I found Mbwene’s egg on the other side of Helovia.” His low explanation pauses as he studies the small filly, “How was playing in the snow?”
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