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He searched for his son. Both he and Rexanna had searched, but at some point she needed rest whereas the Elephant King was more accustomed to long bouts of sleeplessness. In some twisted, sad way, his insomnia had prepared him to search for his missing son. Or, at least, it allowed him to search far longer than most. And so his seeking brought him south of the Edge’s borders, to the ocean’s gentle tides. A place that was riddled with memories; Rexanna’s early and foolish promises, Katua’s brush with death by sea predators… The wind was cool, crisp, and briny. And sorrowfully bare of any familiar scent—
But that was not true. His thick, black nostrils flared, heavy head raising as his great ivory hooves sunk through the dunes’ deep sand. There was a scent tangled amid the sea’s bouquet that was known to the stallion. Well known. Intimately known.
Thick legs of ivory and ebony pause for a moment, hoof dangling in midair. Orithia. His dove. A woman who had brought him moments of shared euphoria; yet had caused him months of pained and lonely rejection. He blinked once, broad chest expanding as he took another deep breath of salty air—making sure that it was her.
And then his legs hastened their churning of the loose sand. He crested the last of the dunes, head raised and eyes searching—there. The blushed dove stood along the shore, and the wind brought the faint sound of her chuckle to his searching ears.
“Njiwa?” The briny breeze ripped his low call from thick, black lips. His steps slowed, ears pricked forward and neck outstretched towards her. Though he kept his distance as he slowly made his way onto the hard packed, wet sand of the tide’s edge.
“You left.” Of all the words to fall from his deep voice, it was this accusation that fell first. What the King truly meant was ’You left me.’ But there was too much hurt, pain, and dissension to lay such a personal statement on the salty shores. So his legs stopped, a wide distance between the Elephant and the dove, navy eyes unblinking at her coral depths.
But that was not true. His thick, black nostrils flared, heavy head raising as his great ivory hooves sunk through the dunes’ deep sand. There was a scent tangled amid the sea’s bouquet that was known to the stallion. Well known. Intimately known.
Thick legs of ivory and ebony pause for a moment, hoof dangling in midair. Orithia. His dove. A woman who had brought him moments of shared euphoria; yet had caused him months of pained and lonely rejection. He blinked once, broad chest expanding as he took another deep breath of salty air—making sure that it was her.
And then his legs hastened their churning of the loose sand. He crested the last of the dunes, head raised and eyes searching—there. The blushed dove stood along the shore, and the wind brought the faint sound of her chuckle to his searching ears.
“Njiwa?” The briny breeze ripped his low call from thick, black lips. His steps slowed, ears pricked forward and neck outstretched towards her. Though he kept his distance as he slowly made his way onto the hard packed, wet sand of the tide’s edge.
“You left.” Of all the words to fall from his deep voice, it was this accusation that fell first. What the King truly meant was ’You left me.’ But there was too much hurt, pain, and dissension to lay such a personal statement on the salty shores. So his legs stopped, a wide distance between the Elephant and the dove, navy eyes unblinking at her coral depths.
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