He despised the cold. So to say he was thrilled to be headed to the herd lands was, well complete and utter bull shit. It had started pleasant enough considering how they left the pines. As the trees thinned slightly he could see them far in the distance. Mountains, faintly peaking. They didn’t look so big from here. Now as he was approaching their base he had other, more, exact opposite thoughts. Plus it was cold. At least that bloody griffon had gone off to who knows where. It seemed ever since they’d left that meadow the griffon was taking Thranduil more as a prisoner than a guest. Keeping watch, with what the golden swore was a smirk. Of course in this lovely silence there had been much to watch. The swan lead the way and from her steps the golden could tell she was in not exactly in a meandering way. As clouds began to pass by the sun, the youth discovered why. Not to mention they were moving onto new lands. Airs of clarity, water, and forest ran through to him. She had carried the same air. The glass horned had been from a place called the Falls. As in confirmation, the swan paused their journey to gaze upon waterfall that rang through the air with its rainbow child. Gold flecked eyes gazed upon it. Lovely, but the beast did not notice much of nature’s beauty. What he did notice was an air, bitter, tense, and dark. Harks flicked about, something rested on those rocks and forest that did not sit well. Something sick lay there. Hooves hit earth, and the twin horned head turned to find the swan and brute moving on, so he followed without looking back.
The clock was turning back. Spring gave way to winter. Cold wind danced about his horns and pulled at his tassels. Shaking his head he tried to remember why he wanted to join this herd anyway. Perhaps he should have paid more attention to her description of the place. Though he was sure hell frozen over wasn’t in her tourist brochure spill. A screech rang out and harks only flattened, he knew that call now as the small creature settled on the swan’s back. It had caused the beast to look up, and now he saw fully the mountains that were to his home. Like daggers they rose from the ice, glaring down upon the small group as the wind hurled itself against them. They did not moved and cared not for the wind, and a sense of indestructibility and ancient ways moved through them. The swan was moving on, and he jogged to catch up to her and Crash. They were approaching a glazier, more specifically, a carved arch in a glazier where the ice had cracked open and been etched, ringing with a…magical sense?
Warning call out and the golden eyes the arch more warily as they enter. Earth eyes followed her in irritation wanting to call back ‘Yes, mother,’ but resisting. Though he swore he saw the griffon smiling. Ice lines the tracks. Apparently whatever nature runner was meant to tell this place it was spring had died just outside the arch. The golden could see his breath in here, and it made his head lower his head. Perhaps to watch his tracks, most likely to match is thickening blood which ran with a grumpiness that fit only a child. Of course, on his mask he painted as little as he could, patience, passiveness, and all around nothing. Once or twice his cloven hooves slipped on a shard of ice. Golden head would raise and balance him out. Youth was on his side, and he felt no pull or strain of muscle from these. His youth also was against him, and demanded he not request a slower pace. Perhaps over time he would get used to trekking over ice and snow…probably not.
After picking his way with more care of his feet than he had taken since a colt, they seemed to make their way back into the open air. It was not a welcomed moment, as cold wind brushed up his hid. Still, the view even impressed him. The Basin lay beyond, and it did seems inviting compared to the ice locked glazier they’d just past through. At least the frozen ground was not complete ice. The griffon pet of the Swan’s was already a ways off when he came beside her. He gazed out to the lands and flicked his tail. She moved when he came beside her and headed down into the lands. Thranduil, after a pause more followed. Like her spill before, and as if reading from a travel book she listed the places of interest now in his home. This time with no distractions the golden harks could listen. A lake. Semi-Tundra grassland (thank god). Hot springs (he did perk up at that). And a curious mirror. Perhaps he could tolerate the cold, if such places did indeed prove true. Regardless he didn’t plan to spend too much time here immediately anyway. The whole of Helovia was waiting, and was a lot warmer.
Still, he apparently had to meet his new ruler, (who he would not listen much to), and begin making decisions on his new profession and responsibilities (which he would be doing very little of). It was all more civil vanities and frivolities that the golden would rather skip. However, this mind reminded him of that day. If you’re playing for keeps its best not to reveal your cards too soon. Caution, youth. Keep your cool. In this temperature it shouldn’t be hard. Though, without the solid ice glazier, and a lush tundra grass ahead, he could slip into the cold with a little more ease. Besides there was the promise of hot springs. Sensibility began to seep into him. The land also offered a training ground. He had, he admitted lost his touch in spars, and though his prime had kept him fit, the golden needed a few workouts and practices. Ice paths for agility. Thin mountain air runs for endurance. Cold for hardiness. Yes that was all sounding like a good plan. Doing it might be another issue, but it was sounding good. The small group came through the small mountain pass and the swan paused, they now must be in the lands of the basin. The air was cold, earthen, but clear. So, all in all it wasn’t a total lie when he spoke to the swan. “It’s lovely." Well, not a full lie maybe, but filled with hidden sarcasm.
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OOC :: Thanks! Its really helping me sort of get in the grove of him.
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