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12-04-2016, 06:04 PM
Tembovu & Mwebene
The King had been unable to find another healer—though he had tried. And, instead, had bundled a random assortment of herbs (some he knew to be helpful, others he merely hoped) in a spare piece of cloth. Mbwene trumped at him to Go, while she folded the cloth in on itself and wrapped it in her trunk. She would be shortly behind him.
So he took off at a gallop, navy eyes watching the earth for the tracks of others that would lead them after the group of saviors that sought to save Arah. His mind flash through the memories he had of the beautiful, delicate woman: finding her broken at the Edge’s borders with Mauja, becoming enraptured with her beauty, finally finding happiness that she found love with Tilney, sending her to scour the cliffs free of feces, birthing Maude. Though he did not wish ill on any family, he found himself preparing to bargain with their patron goddesss on Arah’s behalf, if need be.
But, as his long strides pounded tirelessly, carrying him up the steep incline to the Heavenly Fields (his neck was soaked through with sweat that iced in the cold air), he found himself far too late. Not in a malignant sense—but in a sense that his presence and Mbwene’s sack-of-herbs were no longer needed. Still, the little elephant (huffing so hard from her climb up the mountain that each breath was a soft trumpet) tottered forward and promptly dropped her knapsack of herbs. She nearly collapsed on top of it, but instead plopped on her haunches and tried to catch her breath.
The Elephant, however, moved forward, his eyes skimming the group. Many were gathered: Laume, Raeden, Tin, Aelfwine. Naturally Tilney hovered over and held Arah—though Maude was not quite yet present. His brow wrinkled in concern, if Arah was as close to death’s door as the spy from Dorobo claimed, then her daughter should be here, (—just in case—). Quiet, Mbwene’s exhausted voice hushed such dark, sad thoughts from the King’s mind.
“I can carry her,” his deep voice rumbled, breaking off as he become immobile and slowly morphed into his elephantine body. His trunk curled relfexlivy as he finished his transformation, the same navy eyes looking out at Arah and Tilney from his now-wrinkled, grey face.
So he took off at a gallop, navy eyes watching the earth for the tracks of others that would lead them after the group of saviors that sought to save Arah. His mind flash through the memories he had of the beautiful, delicate woman: finding her broken at the Edge’s borders with Mauja, becoming enraptured with her beauty, finally finding happiness that she found love with Tilney, sending her to scour the cliffs free of feces, birthing Maude. Though he did not wish ill on any family, he found himself preparing to bargain with their patron goddesss on Arah’s behalf, if need be.
But, as his long strides pounded tirelessly, carrying him up the steep incline to the Heavenly Fields (his neck was soaked through with sweat that iced in the cold air), he found himself far too late. Not in a malignant sense—but in a sense that his presence and Mbwene’s sack-of-herbs were no longer needed. Still, the little elephant (huffing so hard from her climb up the mountain that each breath was a soft trumpet) tottered forward and promptly dropped her knapsack of herbs. She nearly collapsed on top of it, but instead plopped on her haunches and tried to catch her breath.
The Elephant, however, moved forward, his eyes skimming the group. Many were gathered: Laume, Raeden, Tin, Aelfwine. Naturally Tilney hovered over and held Arah—though Maude was not quite yet present. His brow wrinkled in concern, if Arah was as close to death’s door as the spy from Dorobo claimed, then her daughter should be here, (—just in case—). Quiet, Mbwene’s exhausted voice hushed such dark, sad thoughts from the King’s mind.
“I can carry her,” his deep voice rumbled, breaking off as he become immobile and slowly morphed into his elephantine body. His trunk curled relfexlivy as he finished his transformation, the same navy eyes looking out at Arah and Tilney from his now-wrinkled, grey face.
@Maude next! Sorry I'm/he's late! Tembo turned into an elephant and can carry/help carry Arah home!
Please tag Tembovu.
