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the Elephant King
The Hidden Falls was disbanded, the Elephant King had heard this. And, despite the pressing duty he felt to pay homage to the fallen herdlands (partially to discover how it had fallen and avoid such a fate for the Edge), he was pushed to action to journey to the herdlands by a rather selfish reason: the rumors of a healing spring. Water imbued with powers by the Earth God, himself.
Perhaps… there was some painful part of his chest that hoped beyond hope that such waters may be able to cure Safiri.
His youngest daughter was bright, gentle, full of light. So different than any of his children thus far—she was easy to love, and love her fiercely he did. But her frailty not only drove worry into his heart, but was driving a wedge between himself and Rexanna—
“…everything is not okay anymore. My life is falling apart.”
The words percolated through the many falls’ low rumble to the Elephant’s perked, black-rimmed ears. His great strides paused, Mbwene bumping into his thick hindleg with a loud toot at the sudden cease of momentum by the titan she followed. She was intrigued by the disbanding of the Falls, but she (perhaps more openly than Tembovu) was searching for this magical spring. Not only for Safiri, but her Chico had deigned to be in more and more spars, so he needed all the healing he could get.
Navy eyes cleared of their preoccupation, recognition brightening their dark depths as they landed on pale, beautiful gold. But Raeden’s proud, lovely head was dropped from it’s usual height; her stunning teal eyes hidden behind mournfully closed eyelids.
Great, heavily horned skull cocked slightly as he quietly took in the melancholic sight from afar. And then slowly, quietly, he approached the fiercely loyal and usually brazen friend, “Raeden, are you alright?” His low, gently rumble was followed by an attempt to softly touch his dark muzzle to her gilded shoulder.
Perhaps… there was some painful part of his chest that hoped beyond hope that such waters may be able to cure Safiri.
His youngest daughter was bright, gentle, full of light. So different than any of his children thus far—she was easy to love, and love her fiercely he did. But her frailty not only drove worry into his heart, but was driving a wedge between himself and Rexanna—
“…everything is not okay anymore. My life is falling apart.”
The words percolated through the many falls’ low rumble to the Elephant’s perked, black-rimmed ears. His great strides paused, Mbwene bumping into his thick hindleg with a loud toot at the sudden cease of momentum by the titan she followed. She was intrigued by the disbanding of the Falls, but she (perhaps more openly than Tembovu) was searching for this magical spring. Not only for Safiri, but her Chico had deigned to be in more and more spars, so he needed all the healing he could get.
Navy eyes cleared of their preoccupation, recognition brightening their dark depths as they landed on pale, beautiful gold. But Raeden’s proud, lovely head was dropped from it’s usual height; her stunning teal eyes hidden behind mournfully closed eyelids.
Great, heavily horned skull cocked slightly as he quietly took in the melancholic sight from afar. And then slowly, quietly, he approached the fiercely loyal and usually brazen friend, “Raeden, are you alright?” His low, gently rumble was followed by an attempt to softly touch his dark muzzle to her gilded shoulder.
Tembovu
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