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03-30-2016, 11:37 PM
Tembovu & Mbwene
Mbwene, after seeing the white man fade away from her Elephant, had turned her bright blue gaze to watch the bay and white girl approach. A wary gaze (for, after all the darkness, anguish, pride, unease, happiness— the rollercoaster that had been their bond, she could not help but be wary) and slowly flapping ears met the slow approach of her long, youthful legs. Her trunk squeezed once, both giving and seeking reassurance, around his hock before loosening as the elephant calf shuffled underneath his barrel. She was exhausted, her curiosity spent in the face of such turbulent emotions during the meeting. She was content to watch the girl with teal eyes from beneath her bonded.
The Elephant King, still caught in the turmoil of Mauja’srequest escape, turned hardened, angry, hurt eyes to Naerys’ bright, expectant ones. She stood before him, passionflowers blooming in spite of the snow (she stood, a girl in spite of a King), carefully skilled to impassivity. In the far reaches of his mind, he was impressed— it was admirable control this young woman showed. Much more than her mother.
He casted the thoughts of Alysanne aside (for that will only frustrate him more). An ear flicked backwards, listening to Mbwene shift beneath him, while the other trained on Naerys to catch her single question, still bravely staring down her King.
He blinked once. A short, hard sigh pushed through his nostrils as the gears in his mind switched to this demand. It seemed the Elephant King was heeding many demands after this meeting. All of them unpleasant.
Both, black-rimmed ears swung forward to the passionflower framed girl. “Why what, Naerys?” His low voice rumbled, somewhat sharply, as the sting from Mauja’s betrayed face still sat as a drying drop of blood beneath his horn.
The Elephant King, still caught in the turmoil of Mauja’s
He casted the thoughts of Alysanne aside (for that will only frustrate him more). An ear flicked backwards, listening to Mbwene shift beneath him, while the other trained on Naerys to catch her single question, still bravely staring down her King.
He blinked once. A short, hard sigh pushed through his nostrils as the gears in his mind switched to this demand. It seemed the Elephant King was heeding many demands after this meeting. All of them unpleasant.
Both, black-rimmed ears swung forward to the passionflower framed girl. “Why what, Naerys?” His low voice rumbled, somewhat sharply, as the sting from Mauja’s betrayed face still sat as a drying drop of blood beneath his horn.
@Naerys set right after Mau stormed off at the end of the meeting!
Please tag Tembovu.
