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Amusement slowly replaces the annoyance as the Elephant watches the man’s mouth slowly close. Navy eyes watch his own golden gaze repeatedly dart to Mbwene and Raeden. His amusement grows at the man’s stammers, spreading a lopsided grin on his dark lips, but remaining silent as he awaits an answer.

Dark brows raise further as Raeden’s angelic voice whips through the air, biting and sharp— but mindful to not interrupt her King, he notes. Navy eyes watch study the gilded beauty for a moment, thoughtful and appreciative, letting her reprimand the trespassing stallion for his weak, stammering excuses in his stead. Her pointed words are more than capable of admonishing the intruder— and what she says is right. The young stallion should have waited at the borders, no matter how impatient the allure of this ‘girl’ made him.

Thick, loosely spiraled spear sliced through the air, jerking to the sudden appearance of Nyx’s filly. Briefly, the twin’s bloody entrance into the world flashed in his head; Nyx had lost so much blood and their sire had been so late… Navy gaze follows the red filly, briefly wondering where Libertad was (the two seemed rather dependent on each other, but perhaps that was the nature of twins? He didn’t know, they were not common in Dorobo).

Black-rimmed ears tilt forward, “Hello, d’Arcy,” his low rumble interjects her apology, perhaps slightly chiding as she failed to greet either himself or Raeden. Though, to her credit, she was preoccupied with ensuring the gilded woman didn’t skewer her friend.

His ears flick to Raeden as she speaks again, though his eyes linger on the stallion and filly, gaze suspicious and mildly disapproving. (Not because he suspected her ploy, but instead because he thought the ‘girl’ Calor waited for was for more romantic reasons. And d’Arcy was still a young filly, especially since the Elephant had been there for her birth).

At the sound of his name on Raeden’s silken voice, he shifts his attention to her, surprised by the vote of confidence given to the youth, and that both she and d’Arcy had traveled to the Basin. His lips press slightly together for a moment, an ear swiveling sideways in thought, before nodding in agreement with the pale palomino and addressing d’Arcy, “It would be wise to keep a closer watch on your friends. Take him outside the Edge’s borders.” His navy eyes sweep to Calor, “Only those who call the Edge their home are welcome within our borders, Calor,” he did not explain the exceptions to this rule, for the moment, “Unless you choose to join us, then another transgression will not be treated so lightly.” His low rumble grew deeper, amusement and good humor fading from his masked face, as he studied the young stallion. Silence held for a few moments, before, “Enjoy the Rotunda. Take care of d’Arcy,” only now was there a hint of warning the King’s tone— he did not know the relations between these two, but he did not want to see any kind of harm befall the red filly.

the elephant king