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The Elephant is, now, a hovering father. Where, before, he could not be as present in his young daughter’s life, he now is a watchful and attendant man; deep navy eyes fluidly fluctuating from deepest concern to buoyant jubilation with each setback or success young Safiri had against her poor health.
Today, however, it is Mbwene that quietly follows the gilded ivory princess. The wrinkled grey matriarch aimlessly shuffles through the underbrush, keeping a distance with a relaxed face offset by an hawk-eye stare that never leaves Safiri. ’Saf tired,’ was her single, lone thought to the ever-present, worried force that was Tembovu through their bond.
So the Elephant leaves his place with Rexanna, a brisk walk of long and ebony-stained limbs bringing him to his companion. Though his thick limbs do not stop alongside the small elephant—nor does he cast her a glance; no, his entire attention is focused on the small, porcelain girl whose skin is slumped against the rough bark of a tree.
Great head drops the moment he reaches his daughter, muzzle gently reaching out and aiming to brush against the slender ribs (—always checking for a heartbeat—) where her white marking met her shoulder. Flared, dark nostrils quickly breath in the sweet foal-scent of his sweetling child;
“Where are you going, binti?” despite the relaxed manner of his deep rumble, the Elephant could not entirely hide the worry that lined and clouded his black-marked face. Though he knew his daughter needed to get out of their cave-home, after watching his daughter struggle from birth, the paternal concern would never leave.
binti = shortened form of ‘princess’
Today, however, it is Mbwene that quietly follows the gilded ivory princess. The wrinkled grey matriarch aimlessly shuffles through the underbrush, keeping a distance with a relaxed face offset by an hawk-eye stare that never leaves Safiri. ’Saf tired,’ was her single, lone thought to the ever-present, worried force that was Tembovu through their bond.
So the Elephant leaves his place with Rexanna, a brisk walk of long and ebony-stained limbs bringing him to his companion. Though his thick limbs do not stop alongside the small elephant—nor does he cast her a glance; no, his entire attention is focused on the small, porcelain girl whose skin is slumped against the rough bark of a tree.
Great head drops the moment he reaches his daughter, muzzle gently reaching out and aiming to brush against the slender ribs (—always checking for a heartbeat—) where her white marking met her shoulder. Flared, dark nostrils quickly breath in the sweet foal-scent of his sweetling child;
“Where are you going, binti?” despite the relaxed manner of his deep rumble, the Elephant could not entirely hide the worry that lined and clouded his black-marked face. Though he knew his daughter needed to get out of their cave-home, after watching his daughter struggle from birth, the paternal concern would never leave.
binti = shortened form of ‘princess’
the Elephant
@Safiri sorry this is like 2 months late, BUT I still 10000% want this thread and to thread them together <333
Please tag Tembovu.
