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11-13-2014, 04:34 PM
Trying to not be a creeper smiling in the back while being the creeper in the back. The golden son’s smile gains an extra lift at the thought of the blinders all the others seems to have on towards him. Not that he would complain. The less interaction he had with others here the safer he was against their investigations. The big herd meeting was probably not somewhere one could easily run from. Especially with that brute of a fire bird standing at attention at the front. With a low snort the golden keeps his patience, and allows the meeting to unfold, and his earth eyes to take in all he sees for memory.
There were a great number members, not as much as the Basin, but comparable. The place certainly wasn’t as empty as he thought it was. Each is noted, though few with names as they remain unmentioned. Still, curious relationships begin to develop. The white mare by Gaucho was given the name of Sohalia by a relative of a bat. A golden bird seems thrilled to see Onni, the glowing bird, but then embarrassed at such a show. Later they come together and the gold, wanting to especially know moves slightly closer and while nodding others listens in. Father, the new lead of the Falls….Midas?! He was Midas’s son? A concern flashes over the gold’s face only briefly before he moves off through the crowd. A red bird though looks after him longingly. A chestnut chases her kitsune and looks on worriedly. A quiet beautiful star dusted bird lands next to the black and blue one. The white mare is greeted by a foal, and the close standing of Sohalia and Gaucho has new meaning.
Earth eyes though were unprepared for what came next, though his well-trained body (added by no one else freaking out) remains calm, but the gold is shocked at the flames which begin to roar and take life. The God of Sun. Eyes narrow slightly, the little fire bird from the Basin. She certainly was his daughter. Little did the gold know how close he was to her mother. Listening like a loyal member he so certainly is not the gold hears of a confirming shifting of leads, making the mental note to cite Africa as his ticket here. It was curious though that the one who had lead him here, Andromeda, had not come. All the better though really. Still the God’s warning is curious and yet taken with utter seriousness considering the strange events going on.
Now things were getting interesting though, as names came to faces. Onni, the glowing bird, would move to a doctor, with Alija (a colorful mare arriving late), and Sikeax, the amber unicorn. Cera, the golden bird would be the head crafter with the gold speckled bird of before. The gold also noted the very defensive take the Throat seemed to have. The chestnut mare, Tandavi, and the red, Amani would be replacing him as diviners. And lastly the bat like bird would be their sleuth, and so the gold made special note to avoid that creature carefully. At last the black and blue mare gains the name of Ampere and the notes how the wildfire lingers on her. At last the white bird speaks carefully, then with joy at the announcement of an Academy open to all. That most certainly was a curious notion.
That was all. The horses, mostly birds began to disperse. With a long sigh the golden moved as well, so as to avoid being the last in Gaucho’s eyes. There were certainly horses to avoid, and ones he needed to know better. Most of all, in order to get more acquainted into this place he would need to find that golden prince of Midas, Cera. Soon, but not today. Shaking those twin horns the gold kicks up his heels in the desert and rolls over the dunes to a more secluded place to think.
OOC :: Just posting to say exactly what he notices for my future sanity. =]
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