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07-31-2016, 10:35 PM
tembovu
Alysanne, his newly crowned Queen, slowly approached and stood alongside him. His navy gaze— a mixture of saddened concern, disappointment at the rash lash-outs, and a strange gratification that they were in such a free and uncorrupted place that those who wanted to could lash out— watched the winged woman who was so devoted to the Edge settle herself alongside him.
It was a remarkably graceful action, despite the unease and unrest that had somehow threaded and planted itself in the meeting (how had that happened?). And it was a remarkably… natural action, as if the time she had to devoted to the Edge had steadily shaped her for such a role.
And, so close to her, he felt the sudden wave of clam that overtook him. Clearing the mild irritation, anger, disappointment, unease, confusion—hushing all of that and letting him look clearly over those gathered, realizing those that had left, and those that lingered near the edges. His ears swiveled to listen to his co-monarch as his navy eyes watched the herd respond to her clear, calm words that fell serenely over those gathered.
He watched Nyx leave, seeing her shamed gaze and feeling a pang of guilt for how quickly those had turned on her; but how quickly she had turned on Alysanne. He sighed softly, weighing thoughts and the actions of those who had spoken rashly, those that has spoken reasonably, and those that had remained silent.
And then, finally, after a meaningful glance at the Alysanne, his low rumble began to speak with a finality, “It is inspiring and uplifting to see how quickly so many of you rush to defend your newly and rightfully crowned Queen. Yet, it is equally unsettling to see how quickly some turn against a General who, while having spoken rashly, has spent years with her life promised to protect the very ones who renounced her,” his low boom paused, looking over all present as a deep breath filled his great lungs, “Perhaps many might consider apologies, or at least conversations, after this meeting. Thank you for attending.”
His massive head dipped once, dismissing the Edge despite some having already left, and then he swung his eyes towards his spotted friend who stood at the lake’s edge.
It was a remarkably graceful action, despite the unease and unrest that had somehow threaded and planted itself in the meeting (how had that happened?). And it was a remarkably… natural action, as if the time she had to devoted to the Edge had steadily shaped her for such a role.
And, so close to her, he felt the sudden wave of clam that overtook him. Clearing the mild irritation, anger, disappointment, unease, confusion—hushing all of that and letting him look clearly over those gathered, realizing those that had left, and those that lingered near the edges. His ears swiveled to listen to his co-monarch as his navy eyes watched the herd respond to her clear, calm words that fell serenely over those gathered.
He watched Nyx leave, seeing her shamed gaze and feeling a pang of guilt for how quickly those had turned on her; but how quickly she had turned on Alysanne. He sighed softly, weighing thoughts and the actions of those who had spoken rashly, those that has spoken reasonably, and those that had remained silent.
And then, finally, after a meaningful glance at the Alysanne, his low rumble began to speak with a finality, “It is inspiring and uplifting to see how quickly so many of you rush to defend your newly and rightfully crowned Queen. Yet, it is equally unsettling to see how quickly some turn against a General who, while having spoken rashly, has spent years with her life promised to protect the very ones who renounced her,” his low boom paused, looking over all present as a deep breath filled his great lungs, “Perhaps many might consider apologies, or at least conversations, after this meeting. Thank you for attending.”
His massive head dipped once, dismissing the Edge despite some having already left, and then he swung his eyes towards his spotted friend who stood at the lake’s edge.
the elephant king
This post draws the meeting to an end. If you would like a glass item and did not grab one ICly, please make a new thread to take one and tag a Lead, a Glazier, or the head of your rank!
Viserra Quentin Entia Ichab d'Arcy Enyo --Keep an eye out for a thread with Alysanne for you to pay your dues for missing the meeting!
Please tag Tembovu.
