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There had been one who had been attentive to the Edge’s needs. At first, she had hovered at the periphery, adjusting to the shift of life from Rift to Helovia. But now… Now the Philosopher was dedicated to her new home. She recruited, she attended meetings, she delved into the tasks laid before her.
The Elephant King was truly glad that Mauja had extended an offer of residence on that day of carnage in the Isles. Because of that, the roaned woman decorated in gold had sought and joined them in the Edge. And they were better off for it.
His ears perked as he studied the sea gulls keening in on the misted air currents above his head. He often found himself standing on these death-defying cliffs, pondering over the Edge and its members. A light, briny breeze swayed the tip of his thick, ebony tail around his hocks as he continued to think of the stocky, yet elegant, woman.
And his mulling thoughts came to a decision, as his gaze dropped and his neck arced to the side, eyes probing the thin shadows that loomed between the trunks behind him. He had made decisions of promotion before, but not for wise ones. He had spent time as Glazier so he slightly understood the craft before bringing Glasgow up, and he had consulted with the Doctors before elevating Tilney. But for the wise ranks… In this, he (appropriately) acted on blind faith, alone.
So, with a loud stallion’s call, his deep rumble trumpeted over the Edge, “Dacianna, your King seeks your presence on the cliffs!” And, with Mbwene snacking on the lush grasses beside, he waited.
The Elephant King was truly glad that Mauja had extended an offer of residence on that day of carnage in the Isles. Because of that, the roaned woman decorated in gold had sought and joined them in the Edge. And they were better off for it.
His ears perked as he studied the sea gulls keening in on the misted air currents above his head. He often found himself standing on these death-defying cliffs, pondering over the Edge and its members. A light, briny breeze swayed the tip of his thick, ebony tail around his hocks as he continued to think of the stocky, yet elegant, woman.
And his mulling thoughts came to a decision, as his gaze dropped and his neck arced to the side, eyes probing the thin shadows that loomed between the trunks behind him. He had made decisions of promotion before, but not for wise ones. He had spent time as Glazier so he slightly understood the craft before bringing Glasgow up, and he had consulted with the Doctors before elevating Tilney. But for the wise ranks… In this, he (appropriately) acted on blind faith, alone.
So, with a loud stallion’s call, his deep rumble trumpeted over the Edge, “Dacianna, your King seeks your presence on the cliffs!” And, with Mbwene snacking on the lush grasses beside, he waited.
Tembovu
The Elephant King
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