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Tembovu the Elephant King
The King, noting her hobbling gait that struggled to keep her shorter and crooked legs abreast with him, gradually slowed his sweeping columns of legs; while Erthe was a graceful daredevil in the skies, the earth still rendered her burdened by her old injuries. A few lines creased around the King’s dark, navy eyes as the nagging feeling of failing the filly (unable to find a healer to fix her delicate limbs after the Rift God battle) wormed through his chest and mind.But it didn’t seem to hinder her spirits in the slightest, an easy laugh answering his observations. She spoke of the sky; of the feeling of flying, a sensation that the Elephant was forever curious about. Though he knew his massive body was not one that would ever feel the heaven’s embrace. No, his embrace was that of land, battle, and those he loved. Ones that were so far away, in the cold north—
His thoughts were broken into by the frigid, but delicately velvet touch of Erthe’s slender muzzle against his shoulder. His skin instinctively shivered once against the cold, though his thick hide quickly settled and he leaned slightly into the filly’s instinctive, compassionate gesture. Though it did not entirely surprise the King, he found some small measure of proud revelation that this was the sort of mare Erthe was growing into. The worried concern of her voice, though it did not relief the exhausted sorrow of the King, did place some sort of light beneath the weight he carried.
“My children are fine, Erthe,” his deep voice rumbled, gait slowing even more, “But they, and their mother, are remaining in the Basin— away from me.” His answer was not direct, but the melancholy in his voice implied that this was what was wrong: the distance.
He sighed softly, ears swiveling as he tried to listen the tundra around them—trying to turn his attention outwards, rather than in on his troubled thoughts. “What brings my little filly so far from the Edge? Is it for your studies with Alune?” His question, though abruptly changing the subject, was said with true curiosity edging his exhaustion.
@Erthë!
Please tag Tembovu.
