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02-15-2017, 09:07 PM
Even a blind man would not miss the sudden, overt, camaraderie Elsa shared with Darwin—especially in contrast to the brevity given towards himself. A soft sigh pushed out of the King’s nostrils—and he would have found the nonplussed expression on Darwin’s face amusing if not for the heavy weight in his chest. Though he did find the pale pegasus man’s relaxed demeanor and grins adequate (truth be told, he would have been drawn to befriend the man, if not for the current circumstance).
Mbwene, meanwhile, found her solace in the suddenly-by-her-side Chico. Only when his fluffy, black-and-white fur was immediately in front of her did her unhappy blue eyes leave Edgar and his fawning new zephyr friend. Her long trunk wrapped first around Chico’s foreleg, gaze going from miserable to appreciative as she aimlessly stroked her rougarou’s soft coat. Though she offered no answer to his questioning gaze—there was too much to say and no words to say it in (much like the position her bonded found himself in).
A strained silence followed Ros’s quiet stammer—until it was broken by the Sparklight turning back towards the gate. And Tembovu had never been more grateful for the slight nudge of a shoulder, his own massive one leaning briefly into Ros’s warmth—dark navy meeting expectant, cocked brown. In that moment, Roskuld was a relief; an unknowing, easy island of reprieve amid the tension.
And then, with a cordial dip of his head to both the Icebound and Darwin, he fell in step alongside the Sparklight back into the Edge.
Mbwene, meanwhile, found her solace in the suddenly-by-her-side Chico. Only when his fluffy, black-and-white fur was immediately in front of her did her unhappy blue eyes leave Edgar and his fawning new zephyr friend. Her long trunk wrapped first around Chico’s foreleg, gaze going from miserable to appreciative as she aimlessly stroked her rougarou’s soft coat. Though she offered no answer to his questioning gaze—there was too much to say and no words to say it in (much like the position her bonded found himself in).
A strained silence followed Ros’s quiet stammer—until it was broken by the Sparklight turning back towards the gate. And Tembovu had never been more grateful for the slight nudge of a shoulder, his own massive one leaning briefly into Ros’s warmth—dark navy meeting expectant, cocked brown. In that moment, Roskuld was a relief; an unknowing, easy island of reprieve amid the tension.
And then, with a cordial dip of his head to both the Icebound and Darwin, he fell in step alongside the Sparklight back into the Edge.
the Elephant King
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