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As different and separate As day and night, This kindness desperate. The sweet girl seems to take no note of his unease. The golden, though always ready to credit his skills, cannot attribute this to some craftily made mask. That simple bay, remains solid in her kindnesses and it flows like a natural spring, easy and pure. Even his unhidden unease can no dam that sweet stream which grins within the mountain passes. The girl seems to take even more pleasure in his half put together, and seriously unsettled introductions. The weight it had carried had caused his speech to smooth out, and he was working on the rest of his features to curb them. But a bow? Front limb steps back as she dips her sweet grace to his twin horns. Hope that her previous kindness was a fluke was quickly disappearing. At least her pet seemed in tune with reality. As the sweet thing made her introduction as Lena, and the gold dips his head in return, she also mentions her pet. It certainly if given the chance to change places with its bonded would not have done the same. At least not immediately. That was clear in those eyes. Sure, it was sort of a cute thing, small white, and fluffy. Those eyes though. Hard and sharp, did not hold the same timeless grace and ease of the one at whose feet it sat. Hark leans back but the sweet thing seems to take no notice of her own pet’s more realistic outlook on this stallion skinning wolves. Those sweet words, which match the angelic like frame questions him the more on any other task, and it puts the golden in even more of a bind. Golden son almost thankful nothing else was wrong with his fit frame. Any more acts of selfless kindnesses might disturb his own inner peace. True there were a few more cuts, one on his shoulder and front limb, but the golden would not be even more in debt to another. Once was enough. So finally, he seems to manage a smile on his lips, though nothing compared to her pure one, “Thankfully not.” Besides the others were half healed on their own and bore not outside bacterial invasions. There had to be some reason though this sweet mare was being so helpful. The gold had met kindnesses before but she did so without hope of return. She asked no favors, no trade, and certainly brought no blackmail to bare. Her face held no mask, for lies could not claim that pure grace coming from her soul. Well, no lies except for his. Unlike her though, he was not one to freely give out kindnesses, even if they were deserved. Her purity tore down any quick evil schemes or plots that were usually his securities, leaving the golden little to say. Mind was jolty and slow to turn as his suspicion had been, so it was a moment before he spoke. “Your companion is a curious one…” Hoping the sweet thing would take it as a starting point until he could completely wake up and warm up his mind. It was getting there though, for instance he began to wonder what a sweet thing as she was doing in the dark holes of the Basin. Saints may be the saviors of the damned, but they usually did not live among them. "Speech" Tag;;@[Lena] OOC;; He'll get more interesting conversation in a minute, he's still recovering from shock of her. XD Notes;; |
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