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Tembovu the Elephant King
His black-rimmed ears tilted forward as they rested in a standstill, listening to her answer. His head cocked subtly, the Sun God had denied the pleas to heal a filly’s legs? Black skin around his eyes creased slightly in consternation—the time he had battled alongside the Sun God on the Flats, he had seemed like a god that the Elephant could support. Just, bright, warrior-esque… Yet here he was, King beneath the Moon. But, still, it perplexed the stallion that any god would deny a filly healing of her limbs. His mind turned fully to the Moon Goddess, and how she had shown a sweetness to the little, bright-eyes Erthe at the meeting. And how the young filly had been enraptured by the lavender Goddess. And so he asked her, “Have you asked the Moon?”
But he let the issue drop, not pursuing her healing any further, at the proud smile that she threw his way. It was, in fact, impressive that Erthe could retain her good spirits and buoyant attitude despite her nearly crippling injuries. She was right to be pleased with her accomplishment. And so he returned her smile, though his was still sad and didn’t entirely reach his navy eyes.
Though he shook his head slightly at her request for him to not ’worry about it.’ A rueful, lopsided grin spread full across his muzzle as he answered, “I care about you as my own children, Erthe. I will forever worry.” He was about to let the matter rest, but something she had said roused his curiosity, “You have your ’ways’?” His gaze probed her two-toned eyes questioningly. Though he wasn’t certain that the young mare wanted to talk about this, he was no part ungrateful for having something other than his children and mate in the Basin to think about.
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