And, perhaps belatedly, he realized that his
Her stuttered words made his lips press together in a strange combination of regret, sadness, and empathy. “Thanks for listening.” His eyes creased with worried lines at the simple, muttered phrase. It seemed wholly meant, but it also seemed wholly overwhelmed (and perhaps partially disheartened).
So the Elephant King finished his half-steps from earlier, seeking to bring his great body closer to the stocky mare’s form, “I do not mean to criticize or dishearten you, Ros,” his deep voice rumbled as his muzzle stretched out, “We may talk about matters of the heart forever, but,” he paused as his muzzle aimed to bump lightly against her shoulder, lingering there if she let it, “Things only change or get better if you actually do something about it.”
Mbwene, abandoned by her bonded, warily eyed the approaching, grinning Chico. Despite the empathy flowing through her bond, she took steps backwards, away from the furry rougarou. Though she pined for her trunk to be in his soft fur, she could not so easily forget him scaring her. And elephant never forgets.
@Roskuld we can fade it here, if you'd like?