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03-20-2016, 11:33 PM
With surprising obedience, the Elephant bent his knee at the request of the Moon Doctor. He was a soldier at heart, and soldiers obeyed the orders of healers, if they wished to stay alive. The knee felt infinitely better— still mildly stiff, but he could now easily place all of his great weight on it. Relief crossed his face, from both the extent of the healing and from hearing Aly voice aloud that the Edge still had her loyalty. He took note that it was the land that held her, neither himself nor Elsa; though, still, it was what he asked for. Allegiance to the herd meant her efforts would be for the betterment of it.
Navy eyes left his flexing knee, catching the calm giving way to a frown as she spoke again. Though he listened to all of her words— many of them resonating deeply within him, for he held a unique hatred for greedy and powerful leaderships that led naive citizens into war— a specific sentence echoed on her lovely voice in his mind, “As long as your orders don’t conflict with my conscience.” The impassive facade on his face faltered, passionate vehemence flaring for a moment in his words, “I am a King, not a tyrant, Alysanne,” the sharpness of his voice softened, “I endeavor not to be a Leader who would ask you to act against your nature.”
And, with that said, his face fell impassive once again (pierced once by satisfaction as mists gathered around her slightly drooping wing). He silently watched the cool fog condense, saw her flex her wing as a nonverbal explanation that it was, in fact, healed. His gaze drifted to hers, green finally meeting blue. Both were uncomfortable, despite the stolid expressions on their faces. There was more to say, more to be discussed— but enough had been done today.
He had nearly shifted into an elephant.
The realization of this new magic hit him hard; the exhaustion that followed hit him even harder. Being ravaged with fever, having new magic course through his veins, taking on an enraged Alysanne— they all were daunting endeavors by themselves. But, together… the Elephant King’s strength was sapped. He nodded once, deeply, towards Alysanne, Mbwene yawning her calf-mouth as the tiredness seeped through their bond (though she did not take her suspicious gaze off the monochrome beauty), “That is all. Thank you.”
Navy eyes left his flexing knee, catching the calm giving way to a frown as she spoke again. Though he listened to all of her words— many of them resonating deeply within him, for he held a unique hatred for greedy and powerful leaderships that led naive citizens into war— a specific sentence echoed on her lovely voice in his mind, “As long as your orders don’t conflict with my conscience.” The impassive facade on his face faltered, passionate vehemence flaring for a moment in his words, “I am a King, not a tyrant, Alysanne,” the sharpness of his voice softened, “I endeavor not to be a Leader who would ask you to act against your nature.”
And, with that said, his face fell impassive once again (pierced once by satisfaction as mists gathered around her slightly drooping wing). He silently watched the cool fog condense, saw her flex her wing as a nonverbal explanation that it was, in fact, healed. His gaze drifted to hers, green finally meeting blue. Both were uncomfortable, despite the stolid expressions on their faces. There was more to say, more to be discussed— but enough had been done today.
He had nearly shifted into an elephant.
The realization of this new magic hit him hard; the exhaustion that followed hit him even harder. Being ravaged with fever, having new magic course through his veins, taking on an enraged Alysanne— they all were daunting endeavors by themselves. But, together… the Elephant King’s strength was sapped. He nodded once, deeply, towards Alysanne, Mbwene yawning her calf-mouth as the tiredness seeped through their bond (though she did not take her suspicious gaze off the monochrome beauty), “That is all. Thank you.”
Tembovu
the Elephant King
@Alysanne thank you for a great thread, Sarah! :D <3
Please tag Tembovu.
