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His black brows raised—the filly has learned to sleep with her eyes open? He isn't certain if that was the sort of thing he had in mind for Oizys to learn when he sent her to the healers. Perhaps he needed to talk with Evangeline… But then she continued speaking, her wicked simper shriveling to a shudder as she spoke of not trusting anything a healer gave one to.
This King cannot help the amused grin that tipped up the corners of his muzzle—perhaps the filly had learned the value of healers, after all. They were not the useless, flower-filled body bags that flittered around injuries and tended to the greenhouse. Approval smoothed the lines around his dark eyes as Oizys continued. And, despite her qualifier of still thinking the Edge should be led by warriors, he felt satisfied with his decision to have her apprentice alongside the Doctors for a season.
“The purpose of you learning from the healers was to show you their worth, Oizys. That, I think, you have learned. It was not to change your entire opinion of the world, though that seems very set in stone for one so young,” his deep voice rumbled once the yearling filly had stopped speaking, his navy gaze evenly meeting her defiant stare. His lips pressed together slightly as he thought on his next words, knowing that he had a limited amount of time (if any) for this youngster to be impressionable and receptive to the words he spoke.
“But, as I said, you are very young. And there is more to leading a herd than bloody battles and shows of strength. Though the Edge does remain prepared to defend itself, we currently live in peaceful times, thus our leadership should reflect that. It should be balanced,” and he sighed, knowing that his words were growing long (perhaps too long) for a youth’s attention. “Regardless, you are released from your apprenticeship with the Moon Doctors, Oizys,” with that, his massive head dipped, eyes still pinned on the tri-horned, small skull of the outspoken, brazen filly, “May you grow to be an even more fearsome warrior because of it.” A slight grin and twinkle passed through his dark gaze—part of him hoping that perhaps he, or the Edge, would gain the gargoyle princess’s loyalty when she did grow into her fearsome propensity for violence. Mbwene snorted at the idea, face still full of dried roughage.
This King cannot help the amused grin that tipped up the corners of his muzzle—perhaps the filly had learned the value of healers, after all. They were not the useless, flower-filled body bags that flittered around injuries and tended to the greenhouse. Approval smoothed the lines around his dark eyes as Oizys continued. And, despite her qualifier of still thinking the Edge should be led by warriors, he felt satisfied with his decision to have her apprentice alongside the Doctors for a season.
“The purpose of you learning from the healers was to show you their worth, Oizys. That, I think, you have learned. It was not to change your entire opinion of the world, though that seems very set in stone for one so young,” his deep voice rumbled once the yearling filly had stopped speaking, his navy gaze evenly meeting her defiant stare. His lips pressed together slightly as he thought on his next words, knowing that he had a limited amount of time (if any) for this youngster to be impressionable and receptive to the words he spoke.
“But, as I said, you are very young. And there is more to leading a herd than bloody battles and shows of strength. Though the Edge does remain prepared to defend itself, we currently live in peaceful times, thus our leadership should reflect that. It should be balanced,” and he sighed, knowing that his words were growing long (perhaps too long) for a youth’s attention. “Regardless, you are released from your apprenticeship with the Moon Doctors, Oizys,” with that, his massive head dipped, eyes still pinned on the tri-horned, small skull of the outspoken, brazen filly, “May you grow to be an even more fearsome warrior because of it.” A slight grin and twinkle passed through his dark gaze—part of him hoping that perhaps he, or the Edge, would gain the gargoyle princess’s loyalty when she did grow into her fearsome propensity for violence. Mbwene snorted at the idea, face still full of dried roughage.
Tembovu
The Elephant King
@Oizys We can end it here or continue! It's up to you :D <3
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