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04-03-2017, 08:00 PM
tembovu
Those who stand for nothing fall for anything.
The voiceless mare (though not entirely voiceless, because she could convey a surprising breadth of intentions with her birdlike chirps) was eager to accept the King’s offer to show her the way to the Veins and, by proxy, the Gods. So, when a lull in Kingly responsibilities presented itself (though, not truly a lull in all his responsibilities, the stallion tiredly thought to himself), he turned south towards the Veins with Unyoya in tow.
Though one might think that a long-distance journey with another who could not fully articulate would be boring and dull, the Elephant found it… relaxing. There was relief in the easy lack of words from the chestnut, feathered woman. There is no pressing urge to fill silence; no need to provide conversation that could be responded to. No, instead the King could simply point out areas along their walk, imparting some bits and pieces of his own time in Helovia: the Secret Grove where he had first met the late Nyx (his navy eyes darkened and saddened as he spoke this); the Rotunda where he had found his Moon amulet; the Thistle Meadow where he had helped Rexanna find and name her companion…
Perhaps it was selfish for the man to speak of his own time in Helovia—though he could not exactly ask after Unyoya’s. However, as they traveled further and further south, the Elephant King felt the ease ebb out of the silence; replaced, instead, by an anticipation vibrating from the speechless mare. His navy gaze sharpened on her then, noticing the shiny new skin that told of new scars from her rank amongst the Edge’s warriors. A small, lopsided grin crossed his muzzle at the palpable excitement, accompanied by a hope for the gods to heed him.
“Ah?” Black-rimmed ears twitch at the questioning sound, navy eyes finding a teal and guarded gaze. His thick, dark lips curved, broadening his lopsided grin to a full smile as he offered her one in reassurance, before returning his attention to the uneven and sharply black, volcanic rock.
His heavy strides made a dull, hollow, bell-like sound that tolled above the crash of the surf far below the onyx peninsula’s sides. His thick, equally black horn gestured towards the ruined shrines as his long limbs slowed, “These are our gods,” he paused, lips pressing slightly in amusement as he looked from the ruins to Unyoya and back, knowing full well that the Veins could be… anticlimactic, “Their true presence is far more impressive than their shrines.”
He offered a rueful grin, before stepping back slightly, gaze turned expectantly towards the feathered warrior. He had brought her here, but this was her chance to beseech the gods. He would not—could not— do call them for her.
Though one might think that a long-distance journey with another who could not fully articulate would be boring and dull, the Elephant found it… relaxing. There was relief in the easy lack of words from the chestnut, feathered woman. There is no pressing urge to fill silence; no need to provide conversation that could be responded to. No, instead the King could simply point out areas along their walk, imparting some bits and pieces of his own time in Helovia: the Secret Grove where he had first met the late Nyx (his navy eyes darkened and saddened as he spoke this); the Rotunda where he had found his Moon amulet; the Thistle Meadow where he had helped Rexanna find and name her companion…
Perhaps it was selfish for the man to speak of his own time in Helovia—though he could not exactly ask after Unyoya’s. However, as they traveled further and further south, the Elephant King felt the ease ebb out of the silence; replaced, instead, by an anticipation vibrating from the speechless mare. His navy gaze sharpened on her then, noticing the shiny new skin that told of new scars from her rank amongst the Edge’s warriors. A small, lopsided grin crossed his muzzle at the palpable excitement, accompanied by a hope for the gods to heed him.
“Ah?” Black-rimmed ears twitch at the questioning sound, navy eyes finding a teal and guarded gaze. His thick, dark lips curved, broadening his lopsided grin to a full smile as he offered her one in reassurance, before returning his attention to the uneven and sharply black, volcanic rock.
His heavy strides made a dull, hollow, bell-like sound that tolled above the crash of the surf far below the onyx peninsula’s sides. His thick, equally black horn gestured towards the ruined shrines as his long limbs slowed, “These are our gods,” he paused, lips pressing slightly in amusement as he looked from the ruins to Unyoya and back, knowing full well that the Veins could be… anticlimactic, “Their true presence is far more impressive than their shrines.”
He offered a rueful grin, before stepping back slightly, gaze turned expectantly towards the feathered warrior. He had brought her here, but this was her chance to beseech the gods. He would not—could not— do call them for her.
@Ru
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