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Tembovu
A low grunt escaped the King as Alysanne’s quick, violent unfurling of wings and sharp turn did hit him. Though in the thick brawn of his shoulder rather than his face—that would assuredly be sore come the morrow. Slowly, gingerly, he rolled his shoulders back from his withers, making sure the abrupt (but unintentional) hit from Alysanne’s wing was nothing more than a superficial bruise. Pegasus wings (he now knew well) were weapons in their own right.
His ears perked to attention as his eyes jerked to her verdant, angry eyes as she squawked in outrage as he revealed what Toulouse did. Shifting uneasily, he closely watched the Devoted, her angry outburst reminiscent of their perilous encounter that had resulted with him collapsed with fever-delirium before her.
So, carefully, he waited for the Devoted to finish all of her accusations, words, and questions. And he was in agreement with her questioning the loyalty of Toulouse—Tembovu had known him in Makutano, after all. But, he also knew that Toulouse had been fiercely loyal to his patron lady in the Council… His lips pressed in conflicting thought as he watched Alysanne.
And he was surprised that all of her emotional outburst was ended with calm questions—logical even. Though they did not lull the King to relax; even the cleaning task at hand was forgotten as he began to answer her, “Yes, I spoke with him afterwards. He claimed that simply wanted to scare Raeden.”
The Elephant paused, wondering how to explain his reasoning after hearing Toulouse after the fight so that she may understand him. “As I said before, Toulouse is from Dorobo—” his deep rumble paused, contemplating how to tell Alysanne what that truly meant. He suspected that the serpent would not appreciate the gory details of his bloody, horrific, forced-gelding shared with others. So, instead, the Elephant chose to share different brutality of Dorobian culture, “Dorobians can be…harsh. The Plains are not an easy place to live, so it creates a toughness that may be seen as brutality, here in Helovia. Such as, in Dorobo, a Banderi disobeying his commanders may have his innards spilled by a horn through his—eh—rear.”
Again, he paused, looking at Alysanne for a few moments after stumbling over more polite words for a very impolite subject. Then, he continued, “So, pushing an opponent towards our cliffs may not be as serious to him as it would be to us. Though—” he hastily tacked on, eyes widening slightly and hoping he could finishing speaking before Alysanne could take offense and have another outburst, “I agree with you that, perhaps we should ensure he knows Helovian customs are different. A probationary period as Specter?” He offered, ears twitched as he watched the Devoted.
His ears perked to attention as his eyes jerked to her verdant, angry eyes as she squawked in outrage as he revealed what Toulouse did. Shifting uneasily, he closely watched the Devoted, her angry outburst reminiscent of their perilous encounter that had resulted with him collapsed with fever-delirium before her.
So, carefully, he waited for the Devoted to finish all of her accusations, words, and questions. And he was in agreement with her questioning the loyalty of Toulouse—Tembovu had known him in Makutano, after all. But, he also knew that Toulouse had been fiercely loyal to his patron lady in the Council… His lips pressed in conflicting thought as he watched Alysanne.
And he was surprised that all of her emotional outburst was ended with calm questions—logical even. Though they did not lull the King to relax; even the cleaning task at hand was forgotten as he began to answer her, “Yes, I spoke with him afterwards. He claimed that simply wanted to scare Raeden.”
The Elephant paused, wondering how to explain his reasoning after hearing Toulouse after the fight so that she may understand him. “As I said before, Toulouse is from Dorobo—” his deep rumble paused, contemplating how to tell Alysanne what that truly meant. He suspected that the serpent would not appreciate the gory details of his bloody, horrific, forced-gelding shared with others. So, instead, the Elephant chose to share different brutality of Dorobian culture, “Dorobians can be…harsh. The Plains are not an easy place to live, so it creates a toughness that may be seen as brutality, here in Helovia. Such as, in Dorobo, a Banderi disobeying his commanders may have his innards spilled by a horn through his—eh—rear.”
Again, he paused, looking at Alysanne for a few moments after stumbling over more polite words for a very impolite subject. Then, he continued, “So, pushing an opponent towards our cliffs may not be as serious to him as it would be to us. Though—” he hastily tacked on, eyes widening slightly and hoping he could finishing speaking before Alysanne could take offense and have another outburst, “I agree with you that, perhaps we should ensure he knows Helovian customs are different. A probationary period as Specter?” He offered, ears twitched as he watched the Devoted.
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