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09-22-2014, 01:02 AM
A flash of amber gold is caught in the water’s reflections. Harks lift. Surely it is some trick of the water and he’s reflection is being magically multiplied. Perhaps the Time God was too eager to get into the festivities and was already screwing with the unicorns. Attention once caught, hears the hooves also on the semi-frozen ground. One last swallow of the freezing water, and those twin horns rise to see who invaded his peace so unannounced.
The realization of who it was did not make that fake smile easy to put on. Though that flashy chestnut creature did not know well who Thranduil was, the golden son knew exactly who he was. Having seen he’s promotion to Theif, the gold’s boss, and been told of him through his lady, there was not much more the gold felt he needed to know. What interest could the creature be but yet another rival to block the gold’s schemes? Still until those plans came to fruition, fast friends they shall be. The smile gains warmth and those twin horns also dip while the golden body turns to face the boss man. Well, even if he did not know of the golden son before, none usually forgot him (unless he wanted them too), and that consolation usually patched such comments into compliments.
His boss man was not all together without his good looks as well. The sleek man hate flashing look about him much like the gold, only with a single curved horn rising up from the hilt of his head. And those striking blue eyes. They pierced, and struck, giving the deep sincerity, but seemed to harbor deep in them the very ice shards of this place. The gold had to give his boss credit, there were certainly some physical attributes tied to the job, luckily, the golden felt he possessed them as well. The thought causes his tassled lion tail to flick gently, and smile curls more. “Thranduil, at your service.” The usual greeting rolls forward, with the peace that filled their valley home at the moment.
A small exhale settles through him. Earth eyes watch this blue eyed wonder with extreme care, but he body says otherwise. In fact the gold’s hind cocks and the slight formality of the moment is forgotten. It was a mask though, those earth brown eyes are watching every move and shift, just as the gold was sure he was too was being watched. You didn’t become a thief without having certain…habits. Still the gold could not resist showing his collection of knowledge to be large then this boss man’s. It could have been of course that he too had been away, as the golden son had recently, abroad in other lands, but it mattered not. The gold still felt assured he knew slightly more about his boss, than his boss knew about him, and in their business that is a very dangerous thing, even at this level. “We have not spoke,” the gold began, with a largely friendly, passing of the time tone, “but you are, I believe, my rank lead.” A superior was just not in the golden son’s vocabulary.
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@[Roland]
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