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He had left the meeting in an easily disguised rush, something easily dismissed as kingly duties or a warrior's hatred for public speaking.
But she had seen the pain in those endless pools that paraded as eyes.
So she followed him from the air, savoring in the feeling of the drafts and currents curling beneath her wings once more. It was an odd feeling that swirled about her head as her hooves touched down upon the snow dusted earth some distance behind her matriarch. Her thoughts were clouded and she felt a sort of unexplained pull toward the ponderous beast that served as her King, though the desert rose dismissed the oddity with a quick shake of her head; there was no time to sort through the tangled mess that was her mind and she wasn't sure that there ever would be.
Head dipping low, Orithia moved to stand beside her Elephant King, staring at his reflection with the flat expression that had come to be her signature characteristic. The silence stretched on, thickening and laying over the pair like a safety blanket; she began to relax. Shifting so that her left wing - the one Tembovu had shredded and shattered only weeks before - was held aloft, the pale woman draped the coral and ivory appendage over the stallion's shoulders; her silent apology for something she didn't understand.
Winter birds flitted through the trees that stood back from the shore, their trilling cries the only true interruption to the silence that had settled over the glen. Here, within the bubble of heat provided by their bodies and the shelter from wind that was offered by the surrounding forest, Frostfall didn't seem so bad. In fact, the maiden's brows lifted in mild surprise, the frigid season seemed almost peaceful. But would she deign to break that fragile peace that hovered, glasslike and pure, over their union? Could she shatter the careful world that they had built without thought in order to help the one creature on this earth that seemed to truly see her?
Without a doubt.
"I know you don't kiss and tell, mfalme tembo, but your heart is weighted down."
But she had seen the pain in those endless pools that paraded as eyes.
So she followed him from the air, savoring in the feeling of the drafts and currents curling beneath her wings once more. It was an odd feeling that swirled about her head as her hooves touched down upon the snow dusted earth some distance behind her matriarch. Her thoughts were clouded and she felt a sort of unexplained pull toward the ponderous beast that served as her King, though the desert rose dismissed the oddity with a quick shake of her head; there was no time to sort through the tangled mess that was her mind and she wasn't sure that there ever would be.
Head dipping low, Orithia moved to stand beside her Elephant King, staring at his reflection with the flat expression that had come to be her signature characteristic. The silence stretched on, thickening and laying over the pair like a safety blanket; she began to relax. Shifting so that her left wing - the one Tembovu had shredded and shattered only weeks before - was held aloft, the pale woman draped the coral and ivory appendage over the stallion's shoulders; her silent apology for something she didn't understand.
Winter birds flitted through the trees that stood back from the shore, their trilling cries the only true interruption to the silence that had settled over the glen. Here, within the bubble of heat provided by their bodies and the shelter from wind that was offered by the surrounding forest, Frostfall didn't seem so bad. In fact, the maiden's brows lifted in mild surprise, the frigid season seemed almost peaceful. But would she deign to break that fragile peace that hovered, glasslike and pure, over their union? Could she shatter the careful world that they had built without thought in order to help the one creature on this earth that seemed to truly see her?
Without a doubt.
"I know you don't kiss and tell, mfalme tembo, but your heart is weighted down."
@Tembovu
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
