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01-13-2015, 03:41 AM
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Thranduil
The steam surrounds them as the grey moves into a pool. The golden watches as she wades in and does follow with her for a ways, stopping when he comes to his knees. Though he enjoyed the mare’s company, he also did not want to make her more uneasy than she was. An afternoon swim was wonderful, but an afternoon of awkward was less than pleasurable. Still as the warmth trickled through the blood of his body and steam curled about his coat the gold could feel his own body relaxing and letting go. His mind was ever sharp, noting how the girl’s sight seemed to linger on Haldir who still laid their fighting sleep. The black spotted fawn wagged his tail at catching the pretty lady’s eye. How he loved to see her smile. Oh but with the warmth caressing his coat and his small frame worn from the day he could not be blamed for closing his eyes. They flashed open again, but shut back just as quickly, and his small head fell between his knees. The golden can only sneer at the weakness of the fawn for a moment before the moving of water calls him back to the task in front of him. The mare apparently did have a question, but curiously it was one of mere intellect and not defense or politics, so the golden’s suspicions are silenced all the more. His calm gaze looking with patience and a growing dullness at the grey. A lovely walk it had been, and the warm pools were always nice, but having been no threat, nor no interest at all, this meeting was quickly becoming more of a chore. Still the gold smiles and answers with a voice as soothing as the steam about them. “It is a most curious object.” He had only seen the object once, on his first trip around this place. It was usually guarded by the strangest creature of their herd, so he kept away from it. Besides, its secrets seemed not to open up to him, and he had not patience for such things. “A mirror acts as stone, but should reflect like water. However, our mirror does not reflect our image to us, but possible does to he who keeps up well.” The Time God. But the golden was never religious very much, again, he had no need for such suspicions. Besides his mind aligned more with she who guards the night, not her brother. Shaking his twin horns the golden moves the conversation along by looking about them. He sighs long and deep before returning his gaze to she who wades in the water. “If you have no further questions feel free to be on your journey. Night comes early here in the north.” The golden smiles as warm as the water about her and adds, “Though I shall miss your company, and do hope you return soon.” It was a lie, but a rather smooth one. It fit with the day it seemed he was having. "talk talk talk" OOC:: You can continue this or leave it at that and have her walk away.=] @[Malificent] |
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