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Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.
The meeting, forever eventful, had finally come to a close. His mind had turned to finding Imani, the odd-eyed Dorobian had fled not long after arriving, and he thought to seek out and ease whatever had terrified the mystic man. But as his navy eyes turned to the direction of trees where he had seen him disappear, saw the wild Korofi man following (assumedly) the same track of thought. And, upon turning his head once again, he found Alysanne calling for him.
He blinked once. Twice. His ears twitched, as if to ensure that they had heard correctly. The piebald beauty sought his company? Navy eyes grew wary, meeting her lovely green gaze that flew in the twilight light. The meeting had lasted all of the afternoon and into the evening—thus the reason he had called it in the hotter part of the day.
He sighed softly, long limbs of ivory and ebony slowly approaching the healer as he heeded her call. Spreading a lopsided, if small, grin across his pale muzzle, his head cocked slightly as he looked at the woman who had both healed him and left him with shameful actions. Mentally he steadied himself—he would not succumb to his anger with her, again. That was neither Kingly, fair, or just.
“Hello Alysanne,” his low rumble was warm, even if it did not entirely meet his eyes, “What can I do for you?” Mbwene slowly approached, eyes outright wary as she stared at the woman who had healed her bonded and driven him to his knees. Her wrinkled face was sharp, ears out and waving slightly as she cooled her body and dried her wet skin. Her gaze glanced to Hemlock, but this was a companion with whom she hadn’t interacted. And, given her demeanor, the distrust for the owl’s bonded leaked over into the owl.
He blinked once. Twice. His ears twitched, as if to ensure that they had heard correctly. The piebald beauty sought his company? Navy eyes grew wary, meeting her lovely green gaze that flew in the twilight light. The meeting had lasted all of the afternoon and into the evening—thus the reason he had called it in the hotter part of the day.
He sighed softly, long limbs of ivory and ebony slowly approaching the healer as he heeded her call. Spreading a lopsided, if small, grin across his pale muzzle, his head cocked slightly as he looked at the woman who had both healed him and left him with shameful actions. Mentally he steadied himself—he would not succumb to his anger with her, again. That was neither Kingly, fair, or just.
“Hello Alysanne,” his low rumble was warm, even if it did not entirely meet his eyes, “What can I do for you?” Mbwene slowly approached, eyes outright wary as she stared at the woman who had healed her bonded and driven him to his knees. Her wrinkled face was sharp, ears out and waving slightly as she cooled her body and dried her wet skin. Her gaze glanced to Hemlock, but this was a companion with whom she hadn’t interacted. And, given her demeanor, the distrust for the owl’s bonded leaked over into the owl.
Tembovu
@Alysanne IT'S BEGINNING :O :O
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