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03-17-2016, 01:56 AM
echo
we have two ears and one mouth so we should listen more than we say Echo's laugh was a quiet clap of happy thunder when the spotted mare turned to greet him. He accepted the bump of her muzzle against his with continuing chuckles. Ada's exhuberance, as it often did, brought a broad smile to his face; it streched wide, nearly hiding his eyes as the pair exchanged their greeting. He raised his head, reaching to place his usual affectionate kiss upon the girl's forehead. His welcome of Tembovu went none so familiarly. The old buffalo blinked slowly, considering the stallion of the plains carefully. The elephant had returned the greeting in the proper fashion and even seemed to recognize the mystic himself so his origin was assured, though it seemed strange that he should be found this far from Dorobo. Then again, old man, you are just as far from there yourself. He nodded, leaving the introductions with the other stallion somewhat prematurely (until he could remember just why he knew him) and turned his attention upon the little elephant, who, by the smile the spread, seemed to be far more appealing company to Echo than Tembovu could ever be. She was a strange little thing, but then the old man had seen many a strange thing in his travels and he had a soft spot for young of any sort. He bent down a bit, to put himself closer to her level "Echo is honored to meet you, Little Mother. May you always see sky." His blessing translated roughly into the foreign language, but the mystic did not mind, he repeated the proper words in his mind and gave a little nod to the pachyderm before turning back to Ada. "Of course Echo follow you. Where Ada go there is more trouble than jackal in lion den, so Echo must follow." He shrugged his thick shoulders but sent a wink at the girl all the same. "But come," he said, eyeing Tembovu again, "...you are of Dorobo are you not? Tell Echo why he knows your face." It was not like Echo to forget a face--for he had always remembered those he had healed-- and so he was eager for a reminder. Was it chance that had brought his Ada here or had she been looking for this stallion? Echo did not like to think it was the latter, though the girl was not his blood he felt immensely paternal; he hadn't liked the flirty purr he had heard in her voice one solitary bit. “.” |
