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(Summary at the bottom.) It had been a pleasant afternoon. Pity. The golden at hearing the sounds coming did as he was now growing more accustomed to, and slipped into invisibility. Holy shit! The scene that unfolded was unlike any that golden son had yet to see on this earth. Rooted where he stood a few yards of the twin horned watched as the Gods discussed a most serious matter. Damn. He had never seen all of them together. Wait, the Moon Goddess was missing…What was going on? And there at the center was Gaucho. Earth eyes flashed with gold. Had the fire bird actually done something wrong? The golden looked ever closer and heard the yells of others gathering. The brilliantly shining Sun God hissed her condemnation and for the first time it all clicked. But oh how he wished it hadn’t.
As they tossed the Goddess of the Moon down from on high the golden stepped back. Her body tosses to the floor, and those invisible eyes of the gold reflect upon her with a cold harshness that was not there in their previous conversations. He was invisible, so it lent him a freer form, but that gold knew he was not invisible from the eyes of the Gods. He didn’t care. His mind completely wrapped up in the happeneings. It was true, every word she said. Those here in Helovia were of easy manipulation (excluding himself of course), but did this mean that she had killed all those souls? As he listened to the whispers a strange feeling grew in the gold as he pieced together the truth…she had killed a demi-god? Her own nephew, before his father?
Harks pin back against his skull, and the golden shifted uneasily. Some defended the fire bird, and the golden, from his hidden place watched with dark cloudy eyes. The Wild fire should of course have resisted. If anyone’s will was strong it was his. Still, if he was incapable, then they all were, and that did not settle easily upon him. So pin pricking were his nerves that he could not stay still. He moved around the gathering, behind the golds and groups, watching the fallen man. No. Gaucho should not die. The golden would admit that, but still, it was not for the golden to decide. It certainly would make his life a lot easier with him gone, but it would also be a lot less fun.
His thoughts could not linger on such a light path long with this dark twisted truth unfolding. Stopping now as the Lady of the Moon sets off the golden watches her.
Yet think of the scam! Think of what she just pulled, tricking all of Helovia, and no less than three Gods. It was amazing, brilliant. The most clever heist ever pulled. He could get behind someone like that. She had such a flare, such a sway over her craft, and he could certainly admire that. It was brilliant. Not to mention she looked damned good doing it. So the gold, with a smirk moves to follow her.
He gets a few paces before he stops. Think of the death. A murder or two, well that’s how the trade went, even the golden’s hands were not the cleanest, but this? Ten murder? And a demi-god no less? Her own kin. The gold’s face fell. Not to mention she had made such a foolish display of getting caught. The gold gave her points for style but, that broke rule number one, and that had consequences.
So the gold stood still, unmoving as the shouts from those around the group continued to raise up to the gods. He would be the one shouting and spitting out manipulations. What was the point? No, instead he watched the Goddess continue on her way. His face mixed with clashing emotions. For once in his life the golden was torn.
SUMMARY:: Thranduil was in the meadow where they land, and goes invisible to watch the scene. He circles the group and then moves to follow the Moon Goddess, but stops, torn between the admiration and detestation.
"lieslieslies"
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