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@Alysanne I like matchy tables :D
Tembovu
His worried gaze ceased it’s darting towards Rexanna and Nyx the moment Alysanne fully joined him—and it reseted on her breast. Or, more aptly, the round wound that slowly healed there. A soft sigh pushed out of his dark nostrils, navy lingering on the small amount of freshly pink skin, remembering that the Devoted had trusted him to make that…
His lips pressed slightly together. How convoluted the King and Queen’s relationship had become.
Shaking great head slightly to rid it of the past’s distractions, his black rimmed ears tilted towards her, both listening as she spoke and watching as she began to pull weeds. While her approach was far more delicate than his, he could not help the suppressed chuckle and grin as the very vines she pulled free seemed to bloom just as robustly beneath her hooves—though the King knew better than to remark upon it.
His attention came wholly upon her words as she mentioned the Mountain— and his eyes clouded slightly, before he nodded, “Good. I am glad to hear it,” was his simple response, though it was laden with so much more. More relief. More uncertainty. Just more. More that he was allowed to infuse into his voice while he was with a fellow ruler.
Then as a silent stretched for a few moments, broken only by the ripping of shrubs at their hooves and teeth, he took a deep breath and began to speak, “There has been a change in the Edge’s ranks while you’ve been at the Falls. Toulouse, a man from Dorobo, has challenged and won over Raeden for her role as Specter. The fight was bloody, and Toulouse fought well and rightfully won, however…” He paused, a long and pregnant pause as the Elephant wrestled with his pity, mulled over his disapproval, and checked his consent. “There was a moment where it appeared the man sought to push Raeden over the cliffs.”
He sighed, briefly interrupting his labor to glance towards his Queen and take in her response.
His lips pressed slightly together. How convoluted the King and Queen’s relationship had become.
Shaking great head slightly to rid it of the past’s distractions, his black rimmed ears tilted towards her, both listening as she spoke and watching as she began to pull weeds. While her approach was far more delicate than his, he could not help the suppressed chuckle and grin as the very vines she pulled free seemed to bloom just as robustly beneath her hooves—though the King knew better than to remark upon it.
His attention came wholly upon her words as she mentioned the Mountain— and his eyes clouded slightly, before he nodded, “Good. I am glad to hear it,” was his simple response, though it was laden with so much more. More relief. More uncertainty. Just more. More that he was allowed to infuse into his voice while he was with a fellow ruler.
Then as a silent stretched for a few moments, broken only by the ripping of shrubs at their hooves and teeth, he took a deep breath and began to speak, “There has been a change in the Edge’s ranks while you’ve been at the Falls. Toulouse, a man from Dorobo, has challenged and won over Raeden for her role as Specter. The fight was bloody, and Toulouse fought well and rightfully won, however…” He paused, a long and pregnant pause as the Elephant wrestled with his pity, mulled over his disapproval, and checked his consent. “There was a moment where it appeared the man sought to push Raeden over the cliffs.”
He sighed, briefly interrupting his labor to glance towards his Queen and take in her response.
@Alysanne I like matchy tables :D
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