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01-16-2017, 09:42 PM
The King’s apprehension of the Goddess’s reaction to Elsa’s outburst was assuaged by the patient smile the Moon gave the Icebound. His brows raised slightly, in relieved surprise, at the tolerance the Goddess showed. Thus far the Elephant King had seen many things of the Goddess: power, wit, potency, mystery, vanity. But never had he seen tolerance. His great head cocked slightly in silent valuation and musing. The Edge’s patron Goddess was forever surprising the King.
And then, after her answer of taking lives (the murders Mauja had mentioned when he first came into the Edge briefly crossed his mind—though he was not left long to dwell on that because the Moon’s entire attention was now wholly focused on him). In subjoincious reaction, his body swelled and stiffened, as if he was preparing to enter a battle or spar… or standing at attention before a particularly beautiful mare.
Regardless of the reason, he words of approval sank deeper into him than he expected. They curled with dark smoke into his chest and pervaded his barrel with warmth—when had he begun to crave the approval of deity? Or perhaps it stemmed from needing some type of affirmation that he was, in fact, succeeding in his role as King. For all that, the Elephant could not help the small grin that curved up the corners of his black lips as the Moon Goddess both complimented him and granted the Edge its spikes.
“Thank you, my Goddess,” was his simple, deep rumble, companied with a deep bow of his great, thickly horned skull. They had been successful. The Edge’s borders were no longer littered with glass, but protected by it. His small grin grew to a full-fledged smile.
And then, after her answer of taking lives (the murders Mauja had mentioned when he first came into the Edge briefly crossed his mind—though he was not left long to dwell on that because the Moon’s entire attention was now wholly focused on him). In subjoincious reaction, his body swelled and stiffened, as if he was preparing to enter a battle or spar… or standing at attention before a particularly beautiful mare.
Regardless of the reason, he words of approval sank deeper into him than he expected. They curled with dark smoke into his chest and pervaded his barrel with warmth—when had he begun to crave the approval of deity? Or perhaps it stemmed from needing some type of affirmation that he was, in fact, succeeding in his role as King. For all that, the Elephant could not help the small grin that curved up the corners of his black lips as the Moon Goddess both complimented him and granted the Edge its spikes.
“Thank you, my Goddess,” was his simple, deep rumble, companied with a deep bow of his great, thickly horned skull. They had been successful. The Edge’s borders were no longer littered with glass, but protected by it. His small grin grew to a full-fledged smile.
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