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His deluge of questions— nearly equal to her catharsis of words— washed over the Sparklight in a very un-Sparklight silence. Navy eyes studied her face closely, seeing her teeth snag her lip. He realized, as he watched her dark lip worry between her teeth, that it was a sign of unease— of discomfort. She had done it when correcting Lee’s name to Mauja. And she did it now, tighter and tighter until he feared he’d soon see blood staining her mouth red.
And, perhaps belatedly, he realized that hislecture monologue may be overwhelming the young mare who hadn’t known Mauja’s name for a large chunk of her relationship with him. A soft sigh pushed past his black nostrils as she mumbled an offhand agreement— was it a dismissal? And mere acquiescing as she processed his words? Or a true agreement? She would not meet his eyes— here electrified gaze proved elusive— so he did not know. And he did not know her well enough to read her face, so his probing gaze was left unanswered.
Her stuttered words made his lips press together in a strange combination of regret, sadness, and empathy. “Thanks for listening.” His eyes creased with worried lines at the simple, muttered phrase. It seemed wholly meant, but it also seemed wholly overwhelmed (and perhaps partially disheartened).
So the Elephant King finished his half-steps from earlier, seeking to bring his great body closer to the stocky mare’s form, “I do not mean to criticize or dishearten you, Ros,” his deep voice rumbled as his muzzle stretched out, “We may talk about matters of the heart forever, but,” he paused as his muzzle aimed to bump lightly against her shoulder, lingering there if she let it, “Things only change or get better if you actually do something about it.”
Mbwene, abandoned by her bonded, warily eyed the approaching, grinning Chico. Despite the empathy flowing through her bond, she took steps backwards, away from the furry rougarou. Though she pined for her trunk to be in his soft fur, she could not so easily forget him scaring her. And elephant never forgets.
And, perhaps belatedly, he realized that his
Her stuttered words made his lips press together in a strange combination of regret, sadness, and empathy. “Thanks for listening.” His eyes creased with worried lines at the simple, muttered phrase. It seemed wholly meant, but it also seemed wholly overwhelmed (and perhaps partially disheartened).
So the Elephant King finished his half-steps from earlier, seeking to bring his great body closer to the stocky mare’s form, “I do not mean to criticize or dishearten you, Ros,” his deep voice rumbled as his muzzle stretched out, “We may talk about matters of the heart forever, but,” he paused as his muzzle aimed to bump lightly against her shoulder, lingering there if she let it, “Things only change or get better if you actually do something about it.”
Mbwene, abandoned by her bonded, warily eyed the approaching, grinning Chico. Despite the empathy flowing through her bond, she took steps backwards, away from the furry rougarou. Though she pined for her trunk to be in his soft fur, she could not so easily forget him scaring her. And elephant never forgets.
Tembovu
you thought you could outrun the world
@Roskuld we can fade it here, if you'd like?
Please tag Tembovu.
