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tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
The days were shortening. Not terribly noticeably at first; but the Lunar Butterflies soon made the shift of seasons known with their evening light display. They drew attention to the hastening sunset with their pale, glowing wings that flocked to the grand, old trees’ trunks. Bright veins of color glittered amid the glow, drawing the Elephant’s eye as he rested alongside the Edge’s lake’s shores. His dark gaze stared placidly over the calm, glass-like water, disturbed only by the delicate dip of Mbwene’s trunk as she drank.
A black-rimmed ear swiveled, black-lined neck swiveling as gentle, cool breeze ruffled his short mane. He probed the darkness, eyes still seeing pinpricks of light where the lunar butterflies had been. “Anzanie?” His voice was quiet, recognizing the long, jewel-studded horn and delicately splashed skin. “My beautiful Glazier, are you alright?” He turned away from the water, facing the slender woman whom he had known for nearly as long as he had been in Helovia. Only Mauja and Rexanna had been his friends before this woman.
His head dropped to her level, gaze probing her pale eyes in concern. The glass-crowned woman had not been her usual, gentle self lately. She had seemed distracted, upset. His black rimmed ears tipped forward, closely listening for her reply.
Mbwene hung back, wrinkled eyes shifting between the slender lady and her bonded. Not subtly, an image of Rexanna suddenly flooded Tembovu’s mind from the small elephant. And then Zubari. And Katua. The King sighed softly, mentally scolding his companion for her unsubtle reminders. He knew what she was implying, and was anxiously awaiting the Orangemoon Festival. But it was useless to try and block her, so he returned his attention to the friend, face lined with concern.
A black-rimmed ear swiveled, black-lined neck swiveling as gentle, cool breeze ruffled his short mane. He probed the darkness, eyes still seeing pinpricks of light where the lunar butterflies had been. “Anzanie?” His voice was quiet, recognizing the long, jewel-studded horn and delicately splashed skin. “My beautiful Glazier, are you alright?” He turned away from the water, facing the slender woman whom he had known for nearly as long as he had been in Helovia. Only Mauja and Rexanna had been his friends before this woman.
His head dropped to her level, gaze probing her pale eyes in concern. The glass-crowned woman had not been her usual, gentle self lately. She had seemed distracted, upset. His black rimmed ears tipped forward, closely listening for her reply.
Mbwene hung back, wrinkled eyes shifting between the slender lady and her bonded. Not subtly, an image of Rexanna suddenly flooded Tembovu’s mind from the small elephant. And then Zubari. And Katua. The King sighed softly, mentally scolding his companion for her unsubtle reminders. He knew what she was implying, and was anxiously awaiting the Orangemoon Festival. But it was useless to try and block her, so he returned his attention to the friend, face lined with concern.
@Anzanie
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