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03-20-2017, 11:58 PM
Tembovu the Elephant King
“Yes, Tutti, I am sure it is not and elephant,” but, while the father patiently answered his daughter’s question, the Elephant King’s ears perked forward, his head raising and eyes sweeping futilely around the moment Katua said, ”Poppy, you just missed Mama.” But his nostrils still flared, quivering as if he might be able to catch sight or sent of the long-gone Adaeze. But it was to no avail, and his attention swiftly turned back to his children—or, more aptly, the sharp and precocious condemnation his son was giving the unknown winged hybrid that had the misfortune of being on the receiving-end of his son’s darker, vindictive speeches.The King’s ears tilted backwards—but before he could say anything, Zubari’s newly born companion took its first blood… from Zubi. Brows raised as he watched, though he could not help the slight nod in agreement of how appropriate his son’s name for his ngawa was—despite the slight macabre instance. “A good name, my son.”
The dark moment was broken by Maude, her gentle nature trying to appease the newcomer before effervescently bouncing back to happy curiosity about Katua naming her new companion. “Indeed, yes, what will you name her?” Tembovu echoed Maude’s question of his daughter.
But then his gaze swept back to Weaver as the black and white mare introduced herself. His dark eyes study her for a moment, weighting his duties as father versus King. The fatherly part of him wished to whisk his newly appeared daughter, his son, and Maude back to the safety of the Edge. The King in him knew he should remain diplomatic and friendly towards the Basin mare.
So, as an internal compromise, he deep voice simply rumbled, “I look forward to meeting you again, Weaver.” Before lowering his head to herd the foals back west.
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