With tiny pots of henna and black ink, he drew spirals and flowers along her trunk and ears.
Eeeee! You've got me right there, you know.
She gave a little snort and ran the tip of her nose through his tangled hair. He scratched her in the dry spot under her ears... “I will be back, my Water Lily,” the man told her. He said that was her name because she loved to lie in the mud. And because she was the most lovely of oliphaunts, just as the lily was the loveliest flower.
Oh, this is lovely, the tenderness between the warrior and his animal. I'm in awe at how, with just a few words, you've brought Belzagar and Lily to vivid life. (I guess today was a good day for this story to happen, wasn't it?)
When she did not move, he struck her weakly with the flat of his sword, aiming for the tender spot under her chin. She shook her head in surprise, but the blow was so light it barely stung.
Ohnoes!
That whole last paragraph is perfect. The whole story is perfect. Thank you so much!
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Date: 2011-12-20 10:59 am (UTC)Eeeee! You've got me right there, you know.
She gave a little snort and ran the tip of her nose through his tangled hair. He scratched her in the dry spot under her ears...
“I will be back, my Water Lily,” the man told her. He said that was her name because she loved to lie in the mud. And because she was the most lovely of oliphaunts, just as the lily was the loveliest flower.
Oh, this is lovely, the tenderness between the warrior and his animal. I'm in awe at how, with just a few words, you've brought Belzagar and Lily to vivid life. (I guess today was a good day for this story to happen, wasn't it?)
When she did not move, he struck her weakly with the flat of his sword, aiming for the tender spot under her chin. She shook her head in surprise, but the blow was so light it barely stung.
Ohnoes!
That whole last paragraph is perfect. The whole story is perfect. Thank you so much!