history is written
by the victors

Her brother’s soft voice reached her ears and she turned to him with a gentle smile. “Mgeni.” She teased, giggling lightly toward him, before settling in beside her dearest sibling. She leaned into him at first, gentle, as a means of making sure he knew that she would be there by his side just as he would be by hers. Together forever, that was how this was going to go. So of course when he showed at the herd quest clearing, it made sense for her to follow. It felt homey, known, always silently following her brother, just as he often did for herself. It felt beautiful.

“Watoto wangu.” She heard her father rumble, spotting his exhausted face with lines of stress that surrounded and nearly swallowed his face. Her ears wavered before she continued with her task, noticing as a gilded Pegasus arrived with quite the thick accent. “Hello.” She murmured in Yael’s direction, watching as the Pegasus began to shift and roughly hearing the explanation their father was about to release of work without magic. Her ears wavered further, though a small smile crept on the corners of her lips as she looked at the dragon who decided to join them with their magical clearing exercise. Quietly, she turned to her brother with a smirk creasing the corners of her pink lips. “Kuonyesha mbali.” She whispered to him with another light laugh.

Khairi was not lost by the serval kit, however. Keusi began to stare at the creature, causing Khairi’s bloody gaze to shift toward the small animal. Rolling his eyes lightly, he hummed to himself, humored by the way he had forgotten the forever starving stomach of the hyena. As if to distract the canine, he spread his wings along Kiada’s back, crooning to her in his dark crackling call.

Kianzo must have noticed the sadness and wrinkles (now more pronounced as he shifted into an elephant) of their dear father. His voice was low and quick, reaching the point quickly. Kiada, feeling a bit more remorseful for the man, lifted her head to him with a brilliant smile as her tornado tore through another pile Khairi had collected. “We haven’t spent much time with you. We figured now was as good a time as any.” She announced before tilting her head to her father. “If you don’t mind, of course.” Her voice had gotten deeper, but it still carried that sweet innocence that she typically used to her advantage. Her gaze slipped to her brother, then, offering him a gentle smile as she swished her tail in the hopes of catching his hip with the charcoal tresses.

"Talk."

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Mgeni - Stranger
Kuonyesha mbali - show off

kiada