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With the disturbing, insulting departure of the Edge’s Specter, Toulouse, the King felt unsettled. Never, before, had such disloyalty been shown the the Edge by its own member. Highly ranked member, at that. Dark blue eyes were lined and clouded, black skin creased with disappointed thoughts. Thick, dark lips were set in a line—before he realized that his disgruntled and unseeing gaze was staring directly (and unseeingly) at Yael, the gilded mare whom had sought the ranks of both healing and wisdom, only to recently choose to follow the path of the Moon, as Alysanne had revealed to him.
He sighed, a breath clouding around his nostrils in the misted air, “Hello, Yael,” was his deep rumble, the warmth that usually colored his voice stolen away by his unease and a slight tinge of apology for his distracted ignorance of her. “How do you find life in the Edge?” Was his question, dark eyes studying the bright gold of her face and the dark skin that showed where the gold hairs thinned around her amber eyes. There was something deeper beneath his question, perhaps seeking affirmation in the face of Toulouse’s denouncement. Or, perhaps it was that he held more stock in someone who remained in the Edge, loyal and calm and kind—and so the great Elephant King awaited her answer.
For @Yael ! Anyone who she'd like to join may :)
Following/referencing this.
Please tag Tembovu.
