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Tembovu the Elephant
The Elephant’s ears and head jerked towards the sound of a reptilian keen—Mbwene trumpeted back, and though not entirely understanding dragon speak, there was nothing threatening about the swooping (and not receding) movement of the small, black dragon. Its size implied that it was a companion, and that further abated any worry either Mbwene or Tembovu may have that a hungry, wild, large flighted lizard may be hunting along the beach. (Not that the Elephant would be an easy lunch to carry away, but his small elephant companion was another story—and entirely too far from him to be easily protected).But all these fears were unnecessary, as shortly after the black dragon’s appearance was a pale mare with striking face markings—ones that he remembered from many seasons past. However, her name escaped him in the face of the still sparking spark weed that zapping his thick hide from its tangle around his massive horn.
Mbwene trundled forward, her trunk outstretched as she, too, wished to help her bonded in anyway the mare directed. She chuffed softly, motioning towards the basket the dragon precariously balanced on the mare’s back—she could hold that if the dragon needed to aid his companion.
The giant stallion’s eyes swept from Mbwene, to dragon, to the flowers continually blooming in the woman’s silky black tresses as he calmed the tense muscles in his body and blinks repeated towards his helper. A rueful grin crossed his face, “I’d appreciate your help, healer.” His low rumble was equal parts irritated, amused, and pained.
As an afterthought, he tacked on, “But save the spark weed, if you can please.” He certainly didn’t want to lose the plant after going through so much to obtain it. His eyes squinted at the plant that was tangled around his horn, sending intermittent jolts through his skull.
@Agnodice yay! It's been so long since they've threaded!
Please tag Tembovu.
