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Nature's great masterpiece : an elephant ; the only harmless great thing.
Where was her anger? Was she nervous? His navy blue eyes grow equal parts curious and concerned as she greets both himself and Mbwene with a smile as pleasant as his own.
Was something wrong?
That, truthfully, was the only answer the King’s mind could come up with to explain the healer’s sudden, strained audience with him. So, in answer to her greeting and asking after him, he replied, “I am fine. Is everything alright?” His head cocked, concern now wholly replacing the wariness in the creased, black skin of his face.
It was heightened by her stuttering over words, and he shifted uneasily, preparing himself for whatever was troubling the woman. They may not be friends, but she was still apart of the Edge— and, despite their previous angry words and disrespect, he still did not want harm to befall the woman. Naerys ran through his mind; he hadn’t seen the healer’s daughter in awhile. Was she in injured? Captured? He could go himself, or send Mauja—
“Rexanna, she’s had twins. Your twins.”
He stilled, a elephantine statue. Everything was silent in the Elephant’s head. Save for the slow, strong beat of his heart. It thumped in his ears, but all else faded away. Twins. His navy eyes were round, shocked, amazed. His thick, black lips had parted, though no air passed through his nostrils. He was stunned.
“Twins?” he whispered in disbelief. A boy and a girl—in the Basin. The Basin? Why hadn’t Rexanna come to him when she found herself pregnant? Why was he not there with his children?! Despite these questioning thoughts, a warmth bloomed in his chest.
He and Rexanna had children. He was a father once again. A grin spread across his muzzle, despite the undercurrent of worry in his eyes, “A hard birth?” He hadn’t been there for the birth and the thought send a cold rock to burst the bubble of warmth in his barrel, “Is she alright?” Though, despite his question, he was already turning on his haunches, aiming towards the north.
“I trust you and Mauja with the Edge in my absence,” was his final, brisk rumble over his shoulder as sweeping strides being to charge towards the cool mountains of the north, following the doctor’s orders.
Was something wrong?
That, truthfully, was the only answer the King’s mind could come up with to explain the healer’s sudden, strained audience with him. So, in answer to her greeting and asking after him, he replied, “I am fine. Is everything alright?” His head cocked, concern now wholly replacing the wariness in the creased, black skin of his face.
It was heightened by her stuttering over words, and he shifted uneasily, preparing himself for whatever was troubling the woman. They may not be friends, but she was still apart of the Edge— and, despite their previous angry words and disrespect, he still did not want harm to befall the woman. Naerys ran through his mind; he hadn’t seen the healer’s daughter in awhile. Was she in injured? Captured? He could go himself, or send Mauja—
“Rexanna, she’s had twins. Your twins.”
He stilled, a elephantine statue. Everything was silent in the Elephant’s head. Save for the slow, strong beat of his heart. It thumped in his ears, but all else faded away. Twins. His navy eyes were round, shocked, amazed. His thick, black lips had parted, though no air passed through his nostrils. He was stunned.
“Twins?” he whispered in disbelief. A boy and a girl—in the Basin. The Basin? Why hadn’t Rexanna come to him when she found herself pregnant? Why was he not there with his children?! Despite these questioning thoughts, a warmth bloomed in his chest.
He and Rexanna had children. He was a father once again. A grin spread across his muzzle, despite the undercurrent of worry in his eyes, “A hard birth?” He hadn’t been there for the birth and the thought send a cold rock to burst the bubble of warmth in his barrel, “Is she alright?” Though, despite his question, he was already turning on his haunches, aiming towards the north.
“I trust you and Mauja with the Edge in my absence,” was his final, brisk rumble over his shoulder as sweeping strides being to charge towards the cool mountains of the north, following the doctor’s orders.
Tembovu
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