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12-25-2016, 01:09 PM
The Elephant King’s thick, black lips press and curve in amusement at the lump of dark coal that appears in the snow before him. It’s rough, uneven surface mars the pristine powder to grey—though the Dorobian stallion does not pay it much mind. Instead, he is happily watching his twin children pick up their trinkets—and they are as fitting for each other as any supernatural force could create. Turning to lean into Rexanna, he finds that she has drifted off to talk to her son. The son she had with the Clovenheart.
What would normally have made the King uneasy, instead warmed his chest beneath the Tree’s gentle glow. Seeing a mother reunited with her child seemed marvelous and right with the Tree’s light and Turtle’s gifts. He chose to leave his mate with her other child—to repair whatever bridges had fallen into disrepair by time and distance. So the great Elephant stood over his golden children, navy eyes warm and searching for any other parts of his family. There was no room for jealous or unhappiness in his giant heart, today. Only contented satisfaction grew there.
What would normally have made the King uneasy, instead warmed his chest beneath the Tree’s gentle glow. Seeing a mother reunited with her child seemed marvelous and right with the Tree’s light and Turtle’s gifts. He chose to leave his mate with her other child—to repair whatever bridges had fallen into disrepair by time and distance. So the great Elephant stood over his golden children, navy eyes warm and searching for any other parts of his family. There was no room for jealous or unhappiness in his giant heart, today. Only contented satisfaction grew there.
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