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06-29-2017, 12:26 AM
Tembovu & Mwebene
The small matriarch was, generally, a well-composed creature. She was demanding, curious, opinionated—but all things were done with purpose. Except today; today she had accidentally stumbled upon Devil’s Snare. The plant was had been tucked away into a moist crevice of the Edge; tantalizing green amid all the dried shrubs so late in Orangemoon.
She hadn’t been sure what they were. She hadn’t eaten them before… but the slight rumbling of her stomach had overwhelmed any rational and forbidding thoughts. (Weren’t the inedible plants usually the last ones left at the end of Orangemoon?)
So her small trunk had happily, greedily shoved such succulent green leaves into her waiting mouth. They had an odd taste—but they were wet and moist and green. So she ate her little heart’s content. But now… now she was paying for it.
Her vision was blurry, filled with patterns and colors. Her earring was distorted—tinny, almost. Her limbs felt a thousand miles away and so very, very heavy. So the little elephant stumbled through the forest; not quite herself, and desperately trying to boss her body back into proper working function.
But that didn’t exactly work. Instead, her demanding thoughts were interrupted by seeing a familiar face—at least, she thought it was a face. She sent the distorted image to her bonded, and her suspicions were confirmed by his recognition: Rexanna.
Happily, the mentally-altered elephant settled into watch the familiar face—that, at least, she could focus on amidst all the jumbled mess of color that was her vision. Except…Rexanna wasn’t alone? Who was this other red blob?
Again, the elephant sent her bonded the images, and recognition traveled through their bond: Ron. But who was Ron? Ron, bon, con…Chico? The small elephant’s mind happily drifted to her fluffy manticore—and such amorous thoughts morphed the vision that was before her.
Rexanna and this red-blob were touching? Or was that her and Chico? What else were they doing? The small elephant’s bright blue eyes squinted amid the wrinkles of her face, trying as hard as she might to make sense of her distorted vision. What the heck was going on?
[permission to crash with a mentally-altered Mbwene for plotsies :D ]
Please tag Tembovu.
