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07-12-2016, 02:21 AM
tembovu
The Tallsun heat was ferocious this year. The mists provided a small relief, though they seemed to trap heat as the days wore on. Even the Elephant King, despite is love of heat, was beginning to find it slightly oppressive; like a physical force that weighted his actions. He had liked dry heat, but this heat was humid and dense.
A soft sigh of relief pushed past his thick nostrils as he slipped beneath the awning, lavender canopy Johnny had woven for the Edge in their trade. Proud pine poles erected the cover, holding it aloft to provide shade in the clearing alongside the Edge’s freshwater lake. It was immediate relief the moment shade hit his buckskin hide, the patchwork of chocolate-colored sweat cooling in the lilac-hued shade.
He paused for a moment at the edge of the awning, head swiveling and raised to look around him. Perhaps this would have been the time to hold a meeting on the cliffs with the cool sea winds… but a gentle, intermittent breeze lofted across the surface of the lake and beneath the canopy. And the herd members should see the evidence of their trading with the Basin, should they not?
So, with a great, deep bugle and a earth-quaking rear, the Elephant King sounded the call to gather over the herdlands, “Edge, gather!” Mbwene, in all her matriarchal wisdom, bathed in shaded shadows of the lake, great ears fanning herself against the intrepid heat.
The King smiled at her, before turning his attention to await the Edge to assemble. Excited anticipation bloomed in his broad chest—it was always a source of pride for him to see their ranks gathered in one place. So often were they spread out over the Edge or over Helovia for their tasks. But to see all together, in one place—it was a fine sight, indeed.
A soft sigh of relief pushed past his thick nostrils as he slipped beneath the awning, lavender canopy Johnny had woven for the Edge in their trade. Proud pine poles erected the cover, holding it aloft to provide shade in the clearing alongside the Edge’s freshwater lake. It was immediate relief the moment shade hit his buckskin hide, the patchwork of chocolate-colored sweat cooling in the lilac-hued shade.
He paused for a moment at the edge of the awning, head swiveling and raised to look around him. Perhaps this would have been the time to hold a meeting on the cliffs with the cool sea winds… but a gentle, intermittent breeze lofted across the surface of the lake and beneath the canopy. And the herd members should see the evidence of their trading with the Basin, should they not?
So, with a great, deep bugle and a earth-quaking rear, the Elephant King sounded the call to gather over the herdlands, “Edge, gather!” Mbwene, in all her matriarchal wisdom, bathed in shaded shadows of the lake, great ears fanning herself against the intrepid heat.
The King smiled at her, before turning his attention to await the Edge to assemble. Excited anticipation bloomed in his broad chest—it was always a source of pride for him to see their ranks gathered in one place. So often were they spread out over the Edge or over Helovia for their tasks. But to see all together, in one place—it was a fine sight, indeed.
the elephant king
Mandatory seasonal herd meeting!
You have a week (7/19) to respond.
Please allow @Elsa to reply first.
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