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Oh it was all flowing so smooth now. They know things. Do they now. For a moment the golden heart jumped. Usually when someone ‘knows’ things its right exciting. Know name. Oh. And the snake’s name. Was that what it took to scare this over bearing creature? Know his name? The golden son standing there with such concern was on the inside so curious. This fire stallion before him was a strong brute, perhaps it was a bit…behind, but his physic made up for it. Mara? Who was Mara? Perhaps the snake? Gaucho was a leader. Live in Helovia before. Wait, wait, now. Was this a secret. The dun’s eyes danced about the pair, searching the trees, for what? The golden harks knew of no one there. He was uneasy, those features showing more. Surely this stallion remembered what he did in his own life…didn’t he?
He did not. Why would such voices trouble him so deeply if he knew. He did not refute them though. Gold mind spun. He did not refute them before he could not say for sure. He did not remember anything. Well that might explain the slight speech issue, Thranduil mused. So, he did not know who he was beyond his name. The black winged creature was alone, lost, and utterly paranoid of help. Brilliant. The dun fought his own battle as the golden rejoiced in this knowledge. However, were those before, the ‘they’ telling the truth. Though Thranduil could think of no reason why such creatures would lie to this beast, and it was clear there was a memory issue, this land was strange. That might remain unknown. The dun began to paw, seeming deeply muddled in thoughts. Mara say… The flame wing is so muddled and deep in thought, digging about the ground. Glancing down, the golden seeing nothing but a lightening bolt. Curious. In confirmation though the brute states he remembers not.
Creatures love to hear what they want to hear. The screaming of women may sound horrid to some, but to others it is a lovely thing. Those who do not wish to hear will tune out and refuse. So this fire bird has done. It is clear he does not know what is right. This beast does not want to hear how they are right and he is wrong. So the golden boy rationalizes, he’ll ease that poor confused man’s mind and play out the loveliest of tunes. “Helovia is no longer safe place to find truth.” That was no lie, the golden was the of those spearheading that venture. Chest heaves and sighes, earth eyes look towards the dun with concern, and sadness. “I have never heard of Gaucho leader of Dragon’s Throat and I have lived here many a‘days.” That was true too, he’d been here a month, that’s many days. He also was telling the truth in saying he’d never heard of Gaucho. Come to think of it the golden mused, he was doing such a good job keeping his mask, he was actually doing terribly at lying. “Gaucho, my friend, the past is just that the past.” Truth. “Dear Mara maybe remembering a dream.” Also possible. Though he did not trust that snake, even though he was wary of coming between them. Their bond seemed capable of communication. Still this was getting so very ‘live in the moment speech’. Not to the golden’s liking. “And they may know your name from hearing of it though magic.” Truth. He lowered his head, and smiled encouragingly. “If you’d like friend, I will help protect your mind from those liars….” For that was a lie right there.
OOC ::
"speech"
To lie or not to lie,
for there is no truth.
for there is no truth.
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