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The small matriarch’s huff and glare at her bonded the moment she and the gargoyle princess appear before the glass dragon tells the Elephant droves about how she felt towards the three-horned hellion. Owe me, her voice grumbled in his skull, before she gave a stern side-eye to the yearling filly before stomping off to shove some Orangemoon-dried fodder into her mouth. While she will not gain the time she had wasted on retrieving Oizys back, she can make herself feel better by eating. And so she does. Copiously.
Tembovu, failing to hide the amusement that twinkled behind his creased eyes at his companion, turned his attention fully on the yearling’s scarred face. Her eagle’s raucous outburst caused his ears to tilt back against the barrage of noise, brows raising in question until he realized that they are aimed at the dragon behind him, rather than at the King, himself.
“Wow, a giant-ass dragon…are you compensating for something, big fella?” Though the King was not one to allow insults of insolent little girls to hurt his preception of self, her words did bring his attention back to the lingering soreness between his legs from Edgar’s attack. The colder weather seemed to remind him of that particular shortcoming.
He sighed, the corners of his pursed lips tilting up slightly in poorly concealed, wry amusement at her flippant and fresh remarks. “Hello, Oizys,” his deep rumble held traces of rebuke at her lack of decorum. But that was not the purpose of his calling her here, and the King could tell that, with this filly, he would have to choose his battles strategically.
“Orangemoon has come to an end, as I am sure you already know,” again, wry amusement flashed across his face, for he was certain that the filly counted down the days until the end of her ‘punishment’ with the healers, “Tell me what you learned from our Moon Doctors.”
Tembovu, failing to hide the amusement that twinkled behind his creased eyes at his companion, turned his attention fully on the yearling’s scarred face. Her eagle’s raucous outburst caused his ears to tilt back against the barrage of noise, brows raising in question until he realized that they are aimed at the dragon behind him, rather than at the King, himself.
“Wow, a giant-ass dragon…are you compensating for something, big fella?” Though the King was not one to allow insults of insolent little girls to hurt his preception of self, her words did bring his attention back to the lingering soreness between his legs from Edgar’s attack. The colder weather seemed to remind him of that particular shortcoming.
He sighed, the corners of his pursed lips tilting up slightly in poorly concealed, wry amusement at her flippant and fresh remarks. “Hello, Oizys,” his deep rumble held traces of rebuke at her lack of decorum. But that was not the purpose of his calling her here, and the King could tell that, with this filly, he would have to choose his battles strategically.
“Orangemoon has come to an end, as I am sure you already know,” again, wry amusement flashed across his face, for he was certain that the filly counted down the days until the end of her ‘punishment’ with the healers, “Tell me what you learned from our Moon Doctors.”
Tembovu
The Elephant King
@Oizys
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