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[OPEN] an elephant is born [hatching]

Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
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#1
Tembovu & Mwebene
The Elephant left the Deep Forest— all were better (safer) without the company of himself. No one needed to be near him now. He did not need to be near them.

So, forever walking, his heavy limbs went East, towards a land that still smelled foreign and earth that had not entirely healed of battle-scored marks. His head, though it should be racing, was merely blank. Nothing crossed through the deep, vast darkness that was the Elephant’s mind. It was like the silent, surreal reality after a cataclysm; everything was too quiet, too calm, too clear. It felt as though the world should after been changed, altered, impacted in some way after what he had done… but it wasn’t, even if he was.

So, he continued walking, weaving beneath the gently rustling canopy of green leaves and strange, green poles. The Elephant had never been exposed to ‘bamboo’ before the Wolf Rift God battle. It was too green, to serene, for the giant. His place was in darkness, in dry and desiccated lands with little life for him to ravage and burn.

Ears tilted backwards as he finally came to stop before a clear pool. The waters were still, glass-like— equally as tranquil as everything else in this place. Warily, he eyed the liquid; not wanting to lower his eyes and see a reflection but also needing to slake the thirst that had dried his throat since leaving the Deep Forest. He did not want to see the dark eyes, the lined face, the ash that streaked his pale face— it would make everything too final.

But, as thick, exhausted legs trembled and breaths roared noisily over dried mucosa, he knew he could no longer deny his thirst. A loud deep breath, a few purposeful steps, and a gaze directed resolutely to the opposite shore brought a lowered head and achingly cold liquid rushing into his mouth. It wasn’t pleasant, it was a shock— but he preferred it that way. (He did not deserve pleasant refreshment.)

Suddenly the water rushed from his mouth, eyes wide and lips slack. There, across the shore, was a oval, smooth object. An egg. Ivory shell streaked with ebony, it was vulnerably perched atop a small hillock. Ears perked as he blinked, stunned— this was too much for his shellshocked brain to take in. A companion? Had he not been yearning for one?

But no. He did not deserve to share his soul with some poor, unsuspecting creature. He would not inflict such darkness on an innocent. Another would come, find this egg, and take joy in the companionship…

Yet it seemed that fate had other plans for the Elephant King. As his navy eyes watched, the egg rocked once. Twice. And then down tilted— rolling with awkward, lopsided momentum down the hill and towards him; towards the water. Surely it would drown.

He lurched without thinking, heavy ivory hooves sending a spray of water as he was belly-deep in the icy water, great head extended as his muzzle halted the egg’s perilous roll. Slowly, he righted the egg, dark eyes reflected the cracks webbing across the mottled surface. The being inside pushed, loosening the outer layers, but the inner membrane resisted it’s struggle. Gently, with a tenderness that belied his great mass, he lipped a shard of eggshell free, dropping the ivory and ebony shard to the water.

And there, curled in a fetal position was the pebbled, grey skin of an elephant. Two blue eyes blinked up at him, bleary and unseeing in the newness of birth. Small, ivory nubs of tusks poked from her upper lip, and a trunk uncurled. Up and up it reached out the egg’s hole, touching the Elephant’s muzzle with bewildered strokes— before promptly grasping and tugging his whiskers.

He snorted in surprise, and the egg rolled backwards, further breaking apart as stumpy legs flailed and unfolded, searching for the ground. A squeaky sound (a trumpet?) came from the the creature, and Tembovu instantaneously was there, nosing and supporting and ensuring its safety.

And he felt light. Something wondrous, something redeeming, bloom in him as grouchy noises emanated from his companion. He had bonded. “Mkali,” he breathed, naming the small and wobbling pachyderm— a name of the ‘brightness’ that now shared his soul. It earned him a smart smack of her tasseled tail as she stumbled on round, flat feet.

Not Mkali, then. Mkali was light, grace, gentility. This small, sharp creature (even in its infancy) was not those things, he could already tell. He watched her totter, feeling sudden hunger pains through him as she leaned against his forelimb— trunk twisting with abandon as she tried to figure out just how to control this long appendage.

“Mbwene.” The name came out, a quiet whisper, without his approval. But it was out, and the small elephant was suddenly peering up at him, blue eyes clear and expecting. “Mbwene,” he murmured, quietly and warmly. The small matriarch to lead his soul back to the light.
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#2

            
If anybody would of asked if Kiuaji had been following Tembovu, he would of said yes and no. His day didn't entirely start out with following the Elephant King, it had been a rather nice twist of fate that he had spotted his old friend in the distance. It hadn't been his intention to follow him either, but he had spied the unmistakable grey of fire long dead and the strangely stony look that scarred his face, it had halted his step as he had turned to go back to his exploring, his slinking, his sleuthing. Something had happened to mark the larger stallion so, and Kiuaji had given into curiosity and the need to see if the once-general was at least in a state to be left to his own devices.

He knew things could get rather explosive, there was a heat and ferocity to Tembovu's anger unlike anything he had witness pour from the glands of the other warriors of home. Like molten magma, from the deep furnaces of the earth it raged, threatening to spill from the cavernous trenches of the dark places the earth and stallion hid well.

Unfortunately, the poisoner was unaware that it had been manifested and given form.
The effeminate stallion followed at a safe distance, slender legs and plum tinted hooves carrying him silently and swiftly. A leopard stalking it's prey, he bounded over fallen logs and weaved around large rocks, staying safely out of sight and out of mind of his quarry. Questions rose and fell in his ever changing mind, they came and went as the leaves did in the seasons, as the rains did back in Dorobo. Lush one moment and parched the next.

The bamboo forest and pools of crystalline waters brought a string of new questions that weren't orientated to his old friend, there was something other worldly about this place. It did not fit in with the rest of the outside world for reasons he couldn't quite fathom, the obvious were blaringly obvious. The shades of vibrant green on the flora reminded him of jade and emeralds brought in from other lands, all worn by those that could afford them — while the water glistened as if it was lined with Diamonds. If he knew of the battle which had been fought for the tranquil patch of land he stood upon, he'd understand why his instincts sang to him so.

He stilled in a patch of bamboo and reeds as his friend rested at a particular patch of water, head tilted to the side to better observe when Tembovu's attention had suddenly been captured. What was it? Serpentine hues flickered to follow his line of sight — Ah, an egg. Alone and abandoned, precariously perched as though ready to drop and shatter at the faintest breath of wind against it's fragile shell.

Would Tembovu's most tender emotions win over? Would he go save the egg before oblivion swallowed it whole? It seemed to be so, if not a little help from the egg's own whims, it toppled on it's own devices and Kiuaji found himself holding his breath as Tembovu surged forward to save it from itself. Why? Why was he holding his breath? He had little attachment to it, after all, and it had endangered itself. If it had shattered, it had no one to blame in the next life but it's own stupidity.
 
Little by little, he skulked out of his nestled spot, gracefully ascending a nearby pillar of moss covered rock overhanging the serene moment. Kiuaji wanted to see what had emerged out of the egg that had splintered and cracked the moment his friends pale muzzle had touched it's surface and he was rewarded with the sight of a stone coloured trunk patting his friend and then suddenly yanking the fine strands of his whiskers.

It was that which broke his cover, his long silence ended on a rather cheeky note from the new born elephant, his laughter rang airy and light over the pool. The poisoner settled, tucking his long limbs under him to lay upon his rock and gaze down at the two, long tail falling in soft waves over the mossy sides, an illusionary waterfall of golds and whites while his mane spilled over the front of the rock in a similar fashion. "It seems as though you have found yourself a life long friend." He commented lightly, a smile curled onto his marked lips.

Ringed ears perked to catch the name given to the trumpeting creature as she figured out the new world, a smaller elephant for the bigger elephant. "A fitting name for her, if her welcoming is anything to go by." Relating to when she had yanked his whiskers, he exhaled a light sigh, wondering briefly that he may find something akin to what his friend had just discovered. A kindred spirit for the den of vipers that writhed and wriggled inside his chest, or perhaps the spirit would cast it's soothing light to reveal to him something that he long thought he was incapable of having.

a heart.


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Sohalia
the Transcended
What is this place?

The Transcended wandered through the thickets of tall, hollow limbs, gazing about her with bi-colored eyes.  The plants here were unlike any she had ever seen.  As she passed through them, she found herself stretching out first one wing, then the other, knocking the trees into one another and listening to the hollow whack sound that they made.  She was not concerned about becoming lost; somewhere far overhead, Astraeus soared, a bolt of lightning in an otherwise sapphire sky.  He would find the way out of the labyrinth, would guide her out of these woods.  He would not allow her to be lost.

Not, of course, that she hadn't tried.  It was easier to lose oneself than to face one's shame, at times.  It was simpler to disappear than to be present, and probably better for everyone involved.  But Astraeus was stubborn, and he would not allow her to wander aimlessly; he assaulted her mind with an aerial view of the world, pointing out landmarks and paths, painting a map in her mind with reckless abandon.  She found herself following his guidance while trying to ignore him, ended up tracing the lines of the river he pointed out yesterday, or the meadow he found an hour ago - she could not lose herself, and she felt it both a curse and a blessing.

So Astraeus flew while his bonded walked - an odd pastime for a pegasus, to be sure.  She could have joined him, but these days she preferred the darkness.  They hid her, shielded her from those she might have disappointed.  There were no shadows for her in the sky, not even at night, for the even the gentle gleam of the stars reflected from her ivory coat.  And so she walked, following the darkness deeper and deeper into the forest, any forest, any place that would offer her protection, a place to be alone, a place to be ashamed.

The 'trees' were not truly trees, at least the type of trees that the Transcended was used to.  They provided cover; she could not see the blue into which her bonded swooped, could not find any shred of light beyond the foliage around her.  The light that filtered through was green and calm, attempting to soothe her shattered soul but only managing to deepen her guilt.  She did not deserve this place, should not be disturbing its foreign beauty.  She should go to the Heart Caves (but there were too many memories there, too much she was trying to run away from) or the Deep Forest (but those woods were too well-travelled).  And yet, here she was.

She might have heard the voices, if the hollow trunks around her had not been so densely packed; but as it were, she stumbled into a clearing and was surprised to find two unicorns in attendance.  She halted, startled.  Should she leave?  Should she stay?  She did not recognize them, but still...  When she saw the tiny, newly-hatched creature (or so she assumed, based on the remnants of shall around its feet), her heart thawed, and she stepped forward with a smile.  Astraeus found his way through the stalks to land on her withers, chirping a greeting.

"Excuse me," the pegasus murmured, offering a kind smile to the stallions.  "I do hope I'm not interrupting."  She paused to turn her attention to the young companion.  "Congratulations," she added.  "She is lovely."

"Talking."
--Astraeus.--

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Tembovu the Elephant Posts: 805
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#4
Tembovu & Mwebene
Ears twitched and gaze rose to Kiuaji’s outcropping, navy eyes following the streaming golden tail up to the delicately perched serpent. Though, where he usually would join his close friend’s laughter, only the smallest of twitches of his lips belied having felt his laughter. “It seems as though you have found yourself a lifelong friend.” Tembovu blinked at his words. Yes, little Mbwene’s soul was now tethered to the darkness of his. Forever.

And then his numbness left him with savage quickness.

Guilt, shame, fear— they all flooded his mind. How could he turn on his friend— the first to provide a home and a purpose to him in Helovia? How could he burn him alive? A small sound, the low whine of a soft trumpet, called from the newborn calf. Life was so new, sights and sounds overwhelming— but this sudden influx of dark emotion swamped the calf. She didn’t know what it was or what it meant, though his made her ears sag and trunk fall limp to the ground.

She had just been getting the hang of moving it where she wanted, and now she couldn’t even lift it in the face of these emotions. Light blue eyes, slowly focusing on things around her, peered up the thick leg she leaned against, another whimper coming from her trunk. Navy eyes leave Kiuaji, unwilling to let his friend see the darkness he knows the serpent will recognize; instead they stare down at Mbwene, “It seems I have.” Low and quiet, his tone was heavy.

He sighed, willing the wall back into place between the darkness and his bonded. It wouldn’t last long, but it was enough to keep her free of his shadows until she could eat and adjust to this new world. Lowering his head, he gently lipped a small shard of egg that was stuck behind her once-again flapping ears— which earned a brassy squeak from the creature before she tottered off to learn more of her stumpy legs.

“Were you following me, Aji?” The question was quiet, wondering if his friend had seen the deadly rage that had burst from his chest and burned Mauja. Despite addressing the poisoner, his eyes remained on Mbwene.

But they were interrupted by a third equine— a pale pegasus mare of slender stature and delicate frame. Her coat was white, almost glowing in the dim, green light. Though there was nothing threatening about her (in fact, just the opposite), the Elephant shifted slightly in front of his new companion. Perhaps feeling excessively protective given the wreckage he had just left. Cobalt eyes flicker to the stormy zephyr that lands on her withers, a lopsided smile answering her own. Though it was difficult for the smile to mask the sad darkness of his eyes.

His ears tilt forward to listen to her soft, musical words. “Thank you, she is Mbwene,” the small elephant trumpeted and turned her head towards them. That ’Mbwene’ sound meant something important to her, when the big and rumbling voice said it. A flicker of light sliced through the darkness of his gaze as he watched her, before turning to look back at the winged woman, “And I am Tembovu, of the World’s Edge,” his eyes flick to Kiuaji, allowing him to introduce himself, “Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”
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The low whine from the calf drew the serpents attention with a raised brow, for her to go so quiet so soon after stomping around the place, was that Tembovu's doing? A questioning sigh escaped him and his glittered orbs returned to his friend, the long silks of his mane shifting slightly against the mossy green beneath him. Tembovu may turn his eyes away from the poisoner so he could not delve deep and know intimately of his emotions, but his little companion was more than enough to send his mind down the path.

Kiuaji was not the sort to excel at matters of the heart, of sweetness and light— things which dawn brought with it's new light. His path was dark, bathed in the moonlight, and the light was chased away by the shadows he expelled. However, for Tembovu, he would try and indulge the sunrise as best he can, as he always did. If the Elephant walked the path of darkness and sorrow — the price he would pay would be great, and somewhere deep down, the serpent did not want that for him.

"Let her be a source of light for you." Head tilted to the side with his words, casting his features in a soft, feminine light. "Whether she does so by pulling your whiskers some more, or a shoulder on those thought filled nights." He said no more, merely offered another laugh as the little matriach squeaked as she was cleaned of shell further.

Were you following me, Aji?

"Me, following you?" what do you take me for? the last part was unsaid, but implied by the way his tone changed into one of mock hurt, it passed quickly as once more his features changed to sport a look of one who had been caught out. "Not for long, I admit. I had been exploring when I saw your glorious form appear before me and I thought, why not?"

The arrival of a third stopped their conversation, and his elegant neck turned to give her a better look. She reminded him of lotus petals, pristine and white as they floated with effortless grace across crystal waters, no doubt she was the jewel  many a stallions eye with her looks alone. The effeminate poisoner almost felt envious of her. The bamboo glade highlighted her white hide most beautifully, while it softened and tinted his own. Her companion also is given a once over, unlike the birds of his homeland, with the storm on his feathers, he almost wants to question her about him but refrained.

"You are not interrupting at all, I say you are a welcome addition to our little gathering, my dear." A welcome distraction. His voice turned to chimes on the breeze, gentle and charming — lilted in a way a stallions voice often wasn't. "I am Kiuaji, also of the World's Edge." Aptly leaving out that he was one of the spies, just as Tembovu had conveniently left out he was king. The serpent lapsed into silence after, since Tembovu had inquired of her name before he himself had.



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Sohalia
the Transcended
It was not the fault of the two stallions, but the mare felt uncomfortable and unwelcome.

It was, above all, a figment of her imagination: who would want her around after she had disappeared, time and again, when she was needed most? Why should anyone care if she were around at all if she was only ever there when it was convenient for her (or so she thought they would say)? Her mate had moved on, wasting little time in finding a more able-bodied mare to love. (Did he love Ampere? Did it matter?) And of course, she couldn't blame him - she wanted his happiness, and that was something that she had never found herself capable of giving him. If he was happy now, then she would just stay away.

Of course, all of these goings-on did not put her in a particularly social mood, and upon coming across a budding family (it reminded of her own family, who had been scattered so widely to the winds), her anguish and pain came bubbling once more to the surface from where she had hidden it, deep within her soul. Astraeus made a soft sound, something between a croon and a chitter, and settled comfortably on her withers. His golden eyes surveyed the stallions warily. --Company would do you good,-- he told her, deciding that they were not a threat. --You should stay.--

The mare smiled sweetly, masking her internal turmoil with polite interest and curiosity. "Mbwene," she repeated, warmth in her tones (for despite her guilt, she adored young of any species). "Tembovu, Kiuaji, it is a pleasure. I am Sohalia, and this is my companion, Astraeus." Of nowhere, now, she added silently. "If you are sure," she added, "Then I might stay a while.

She paused. "The World's Edge... I have visited only once. How fare the lands of the Moon?"

"Talking."
--Astraeus.--

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#7
Tembovu & Mwebene
Tembovu merely listened to Aji’s words in silence, accepting them and allowing them to fall into the silence of companionship. His attentions were, likewise, turned towards the Transcended mare that who wore a sweet smile on anguished eyes. The Elephant might have taken such a smile as the genuine thing, so complete and credible was her mask.

But were not his own eyes holding shadows in their depths? Is that not why he avoided his reflection?

Regardless, his gaze was drawn to the soft croons of ‘Astaeus,’ once again the sound of a companion betraying their bonded’s hidden emotions. Though he only met the wary, golden gaze of stormy zephyr with calm, un-prying eyes. His own troubles ran deep, he would not delve here.

Though, a sideway glance at his poisonous friend, he could not say the same for Aji. Though he was rather surprised at his friend’s ready greeting of Sohalia. ‘A welcome addition?’ What were the serpent’s motives? Perhaps the beauty of the mare drew him in— Kiuaji was known to collect beautiful things.

Slightly suspicious gaze shifts back to the ivory woman, eyes warming as she states she will stay with their group. Despite whatever his ulterior motives were, Aji was right: this mare was welcome between the stallions. A rose between two thorns: one deadly, one poisonous.

“Please do, Sohalia,” his low rumble held undercurrents of warmth, slowly replacing the emptiness, “The Edge fares well, don’t you think Aji? Our numbers and ranks swell, though our borders require work and protection. As King, I invite you to visit again, should you desire,” only now does the warmth of his lopsided smile being to reach his eyes. “Are you of a herd, Sohalia?” His question is curiosity, not to recruit but to learn more of this mare.

Amid the talking of her bonded, the infant elephant tottered beneath his great barrel, squeeze with a soft squeak from between his thick forelimbs. Stomping stumps of legs move in the ungainly gait of a newborn as Mbwene approached the winged mare. Lurching to a halt near her hooves, a twisting and curious trunk reached out towards both the woman and her companion. Her coat nearly glowed and looked so soft, she needed to investigate.
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The poisoner might've publicly scoffed at being called or thought of as materialistic by the general masses, but wasn't he? Hadn't he once worn silks spun by lush oasis' and verdant rivers? Worn gold and precious jewels that glittered so beautifully in the right light that he positively glowed like some otherworldly creature from the depths of a wandering stallions mind? Ah, he would relent with an internal sigh in those circumstances, perhaps he was a little materialistic.
However, when it came to beautiful things made of flesh and sinew, his tastes were no less fine, though he had a certain affinity with beautiful and broken things.

Sohalia intrigued him by nature, indeed. That he could not deny. The more he gazed at her, however, the more he saw a sombre, sorrowful beauty beneath those lotus petals. The waters beneath her were dark. Laced with hard lessons and the remnants of a heart long since shattered. It was the little things that gave away the inner workings, wasn't it? The sweetened smile towards strange stallions with stranger names, the chittered croon of a dear companion making contact with their beloved personally.

Maybe he had spent too long looking at broken things to know them when they tried not to be, or maybe he just saw some small, withered part of himself in the cracks, fine lines and broken pieces that hung precariously over the abyss.

"Another with an unusual name in this land, we are a rare commodity." He offered her a bemused smile, so many had such common sounding names, that the poisoner found himself physically forcing himself to not roll his eyes. That'd be in poor taste wouldn't it, they only wanted to be polite and yet there he was trying to catch his eyeballs. They were easily lost and forgotten after the face had drifted away, though, but Tembovu, Kiuaji, Sohalia — those types of names stayed in the mind, their faces etched firmly etched into memory.

Tembovu's words provoked a nod from the delicate stallion. "It is a rather marvelous sight, isn't it? Especially at night — dare I say the goddess has a rather fine taste in herd lands and kings." The jested compliment is easily slipped in, and he passed a look between Tembovu and Sohalia with a sly smirk upon his marked lips. "There is much being done and much still to do, I'm afraid, but we flourish more and more with each passing moon. You must come see it, I imagine you would look magnificent in the moonlight." He feels a strange sense of pride begin to develop for the World's Edge in his chest as he spoke, he may not have been there long, but his unfaltering loyalty to his King, their deep rooted knowledge and history made him believe he could make it great. If he didn't, Kiuaji would promptly light the fire up his ass to see it done, there would be nothing less than excellence from the shadow herd. Once more he fell quiet when Tembovu addressed whether Sohalia had a herd of her own, she hadn't mentioned it when she had given her name, so he had a niggling suspicion that she might not.

Purple eyes are drawn in by the small matriarch who had toddled forward to see Sohalia up close, his head tilted and lips twitched in a small form of amusement. "You're going to have your hands full with her, Bov." He chuckled softly, hooves readjusted themselves with his words so he could rest his weight on a slender hip. "I look forward to watching you trot after her as she all but drags you around the edge to satisfy her curiosity."




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Sohalia
the Transcended
Slowly, carefully, the mare felt herself settling into the diplomacy that had marked her brief reign over the Dragon's Throat.  It was almost pleasant, after her initial reservations, her embryonic discomfort:  this miracle that she was able, still, to share the space of others without her shattered soul seeping through the cracks.  Astraeus, noting her calming mind, perched easily on her withers, preening his wing feathers, relief washing through him.  That the mare could still feel anything other than anxiety was a blessing, one that he relished.

"I suppose we are, aren't we?" she replied to Kiuaji, a slight smile playing once more at the corners of her lips.  She had never stopped to consider that her name might be strange in any way; it was, after all, what she had been called for her entire life.  That others might have plain or boring names, as Kiuaji seemed to suggest, was a novel concept.  Still, she supposed that the stallion had a point.  Their impromptu trio was, at the very least, united in that their names had a certain foreign ring to them.

It was bittersweet to hear of the prosperity of the World's Edge, though it shamed her to presume to be so judgmental of their deity.  There was a part of her that could not forgive the Moon Goddess for her actions in the murders that had plagued Helovia - that the goddess had possessed her mate and murdered one of her daughters was a blight on the Transcended's past that could not be erased.  But to divulge that would be to reveal too much of herself, to present herself with her soul laid bare for these two strangers to see.

And it would be quite rude.

In any case, she nodded politely and, carefully masking her discomfort with all that hailed from the Moon's home, remarked, "I am glad to hear that the Edge prospers."  She was glad, for them - for the mortals that the Moon held under her murderous hooves.  The stallions had been nothing but kind to her, and she could not bear any ill will against them.  "I hailed from the Dragon's Throat, once," she admitted before she could stop herself.  She immediately regretted it.  "But I have not flown across those sands in some time."

Mbwene tottered forward, garnering Astraeus's attention.  He had always been intrigued by the companions of others, finding them to be kindred spirits in their views of their bondeds, at the very least.  Sohalia chuckled softly at Kiuaji's compliment, watching the elephant move across the clearing.  "Thank you, Kiuaji," she murmured.  "It has been some time since I have wandered in the night."  The newly-hatched babe came closer still, and the ivory mare lowered her head slowly, warmth in her eyes as she made herself available, should Mbwene choose to investigate further.  "Hello, vezhven naqis ato," she whispered.  Brave little one.

"Talking."
--Astraeus.--

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Tembovu & Mwebene
If Tembovu’s brows would have been able to rise any further, they would have at Aji’s compliment of Sohalia’s name. Though he was right, and the Elephant nodded his head in agreement as he swung navy eyes back to pale dove. They were caught by the small smile, and the ease which relaxed her withers and the bonded zephyr perched upon them.

An ear flicked sideways towards Aji, followed by a sideways glance at the sly smirk upon his face. Lines creased around his navy eyes; in times past, the Elephant general would have welcomed such hints by his friend. But, in times past, that would have stemmed from his friend directing him towards useful friendships to exploit.

Now was different. And now, with himself feeling so raw and exposed (and part of his soul had just left to join the elephant at Sohalia’s side), he was uncomfortable at the words of his friend. Though, at the stirrings of pride on his face at the mentioning of the Edge, he smiled lopsidedly— glad that the serpent found a niche in his herd so easily.

“I have not yet visited Dragon’s Throat,” was all he could offer about the herd of southern sands. It was curious, the amount of regret that flared across her face at mentioning the place— but, again, the King does not pry.

But Mbwene was a different story. At the quiet whisper of sounds from the glowing being, her trunk changed course from her shoulder to her muzzle. The dexterous appendage (or what would be dextrous, when she was more than a few hours old) sought to feel and explore the velveteen source of such warm words. It was quite the contrast to the broad, whiskered muzzle that had greeted her as she hatched. This was plush and smooth, silken and pristine white. A soft squeak sounded from her little brassy throat.

Tembovu watched, chuckling at the poisoner’s words about his new bonded, “I think you are right, Aji. Though I cannot wait if, or when, you have a companion of your own. The bond is…” he trails off, searching for a word as his eyes inadvertently seek out Sohalia’s for help in describing the bond.

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