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Mbwene & Chico
Mbwene often found herself sleeping alone in the evenings. She sometimes tried to accompany her bonded in his evening pacing wandering. But insomnia was not a trait that translated through their bond; where the Elephant King could struggle to find true sleep for days, the matriarch found it every night for long hours. Her attempts at joining her bonded were largely dependent on what pulsed between their bond. Some nights were calm unrest; simple thoughts that kept his thick legs moving around the Edge. Those nights she left him early, snuggling into her plush bed of dried shrubs and soft needles.
But on nights like these, when there was less calm and more agitation, that the little elephant tried to accompany her bonded in his restless ventures. Though, eventually, sleep did find her (if not her Elephant King), and so she found her exhausted, small body bedding down alongside a crystalline pool. It would be easy for her bonded to return to her either later in the evening or early in the morning, there next to the reflective surface. Though snuggling beneath a tree was a far cry from her bed. Annoyance pulsed to the King; were it not for his insomnia, she would be curled in her cozy nest rather than uncomfortably wedged on mossy roots next to a cool pool of water.
A loud hoot sounded above her, and the small, gray matriarch trumpeted an annoyed warning. Quiet. (The Elephant, in his distancing steps, looked around questioningly. Who was Mbwene talking to?) Now was the time for sleeping; that noisy owl could go elsewhere with his resounding hoots. Her tasseled tail flicked once among the misted roots, curling around her grey haunches; just as her trunk curled to gather the dense mosses beneath her head.
But on nights like these, when there was less calm and more agitation, that the little elephant tried to accompany her bonded in his restless ventures. Though, eventually, sleep did find her (if not her Elephant King), and so she found her exhausted, small body bedding down alongside a crystalline pool. It would be easy for her bonded to return to her either later in the evening or early in the morning, there next to the reflective surface. Though snuggling beneath a tree was a far cry from her bed. Annoyance pulsed to the King; were it not for his insomnia, she would be curled in her cozy nest rather than uncomfortably wedged on mossy roots next to a cool pool of water.
A loud hoot sounded above her, and the small, gray matriarch trumpeted an annoyed warning. Quiet. (The Elephant, in his distancing steps, looked around questioningly. Who was Mbwene talking to?) Now was the time for sleeping; that noisy owl could go elsewhere with his resounding hoots. Her tasseled tail flicked once among the misted roots, curling around her grey haunches; just as her trunk curled to gather the dense mosses beneath her head.
@Roskuld
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