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Arahs whereabouts had crossed his mind multiple times during the meeting, and it hadn't gone without concern. Where had she been? Their king and queen would not be pleased if anyone failed to attend a mandatory meeting and Tilney was under the impression that both monarchs were quite fond of the alabaster doe. Arah was smart enough to know this, there had to be a reason she hadn't shown. After some much needed rest, Tilney went about his day tending to the plants in the greenhouse. Filling empty pots with water from the near by stream and carrying them carefully back to the conservatory to hydrate each seedling was a tedious task but he found it incredibly relaxing. The bronze boy had been gently trimming the competing branches off a young ginseng plant when he heard his kings mighty call. “Those absent from our meeting, come explain yourselves!” Not one other thought crept through Tilneys colourful mind; at this moment, all he could think about was Arah. Just how angry will the king be? Would Arah be punished? No no, Of course not. The flaxen lad tried desperately to continue about his work but only grew increasingly anxious about the mare he quite adored. The ice princess was this sunny prince's most truest friend, and the first to make him feel at home in this wide new world. What if Tembovu was to ask her to leave? Surely the elephant king would do no such thing... but what if? Tembovu held the power to banish her, so she might never return as long as he ruled, or worse. Tilney dropped the pot of ginseng he held in his mouth and raced out the hothouse door, his cloven feet carrying him in the direction of his kings call. "Tembovu!" He cried as he galloped, though he had no idea if he was in fact in a close enough range for his king to hear him. Soon the bronze caught the idle figures of the Elephant King and his Ice Princess past the pine and fir. "My king!" was his next roar as he crossed the frostbitten terrain. Almost running right into the colourful man, Tilney came to an urgent stop at the monarchs nose. "Please do not send her away my lord!" Tilney bellowed "Arah is my truest friend, I wish to never part with her!" It was only then that Tilney realised perhaps waiting to protest only in case she was in fact banished was a much better idea. Such an objection so soon after his promotion was not ideal in the slightest. "Please have mercy..." He uttered to his king, a brute he also considered a very true friend. Tilneys verdant gaze fell from the monarchs oceanic eyes and finally crossed to the amber sightgivers of his best friend, the smallest of unsure smiles crossing his ashen maw. |
da feelz
@Arah
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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