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“Everyone, come quick!”
The slow, steady pounding of the Elephant’s heart picked up, his head quickly raising as his head swiveled away from the thick Birdsong grass (which he had not, as of late, had enough time to eat, his lean sides showed). But any concern about his pearlescent adopted daughter faded as laughter followed on the heels of her shouts.
The King could not help the upward curve of his thick lips at the infectious nature of Erthe’s words, laughter, tears, and grins. A brisk trot brought the stallion’s thick frame through the mist and over the dewy grass—though he halted abruptly the moment he actually saw her.
Gone was the limping gait, no longer was the backward-rocked stance, ceased was the constant dullness of pain in her now bright and gleaming face. A low, surprised whicker left his muzzle—happiness and relief pushing it out of his barrel. Happiness that Erthe was finally healed. And relief that she no long would be dependent on the dangerous plant.
So he lurched forward in a few bounds, thick neck reaching out in an attempt to draw her into his chest in a tight hug, “Hii ni habari njema! How, Erthe?” His deep voice rumbled with exhilaration.
Hii ni nzuri = this is great news!
The slow, steady pounding of the Elephant’s heart picked up, his head quickly raising as his head swiveled away from the thick Birdsong grass (which he had not, as of late, had enough time to eat, his lean sides showed). But any concern about his pearlescent adopted daughter faded as laughter followed on the heels of her shouts.
The King could not help the upward curve of his thick lips at the infectious nature of Erthe’s words, laughter, tears, and grins. A brisk trot brought the stallion’s thick frame through the mist and over the dewy grass—though he halted abruptly the moment he actually saw her.
Gone was the limping gait, no longer was the backward-rocked stance, ceased was the constant dullness of pain in her now bright and gleaming face. A low, surprised whicker left his muzzle—happiness and relief pushing it out of his barrel. Happiness that Erthe was finally healed. And relief that she no long would be dependent on the dangerous plant.
So he lurched forward in a few bounds, thick neck reaching out in an attempt to draw her into his chest in a tight hug, “Hii ni habari njema! How, Erthe?” His deep voice rumbled with exhilaration.
Hii ni nzuri = this is great news!
I feel pretty
oh so pretty
oh so pretty
@Erthë!
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