But then his deep voice, still carrying despite being a murmur, hushed as the storyteller began to weaver her tales. His ears remained perked, listening intently. But his mind floated in and out of reliving her narration, the information Aly had just given him, and the fact that Rexanna was to give him an answer this evening.
That is not to say that the Songbird’s sung tales weren’t entertaining or informative. In fact, just the opposite: they enlightened the King on many matters of which he was ignorant. And thus he was glad he stayed to hear them, rather than rush off to find his lover. As was Mbwene, though the soft-looking mare had begrudged her the welcome of actually feeling her peculiar skin. The small elephant had tottered back towards @Glasgow curling at the Glazier’s feet and raptly listening to Lena.
But, after the Songbird had finished her first (if there were more) saga, the King dipped his head, “Thank you, Lena. Your tale gave life to the past.” His low rumble ended and he began to slip away, seeking answers and his lover. Though Mbwene stayed, tooting to affirm that she, too, though the story was wonderful and that she was staying to hear more, if there was any.