| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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The Time Mender's response served only to widen the grin on his lips, though he was prepared to refuse outright the flattery of her comment. Nevertheless he caught it gratefully, stowed and tucked it away beside all the self imposed high regard he held for himself, all the well-groomed vanity and pride he kept and bestowed in the brilliance of his own reflection, but only let shine in the rarest of moments; her compliment, however, was far more valuable than all his narcissism. He did not quite take her words to heart, failing to recognize any sincerity to be found within them while under the assumption that she had spoken only in jest, following along on the path of his childish foolery, impulsive beneath the bright summer sun. Only when she turned her face away and towards the lake did he realize that perhaps there was more to her remark than he had thought. Lena did not avoid him for long, almost too brief a time for him to claim it was embarrassment at all. Her gaze drew back from where it had been cast into the sunlit reaches of the lake, sweeping towards his form once again as she descended into musical laughter. The smile returned to Roland's lips, a pang of fondness in his heart for which he could not find the words. Instead, he stooped in a magnificent bow, neck curling, crown arching downwards. "Haven't I?" He remarked airily, fanning the flames of his own ego while choosing to make light of the situation, unsure of what to do when he held sentiment within his grasp.
The Thief imparted his thoughts upon her then, sharing with Lena the bare scraps, the mere skeleton of his developing plans and unraveling schemes, threads that had been carefully knit and interwoven within the back of his mind. He studied her face hopefully after he had spoken, a tension to his stance, searching for a reaction with the honeyed dark of her eyes, the set of her posture. She gave nothing away. Would she disapprove of him for choosing to leave, even if he intended to return again once- if- he had gained what he sought? Did she not trust that he would keep his word, or did she doubt his capabilities as so many others did when fooled by his meek semblance?
He was satisfied with the response she gave him, both a delighted answer and a brilliant smile, a combination which could never fail to set his heart at ease. Roland dipped his head in gratitude to her well-wishes and offers of assistance, relieved to know that she would do the same he had done for her- though he would never demand reparation- and that he had someone in which he could bestow his trust, when it seemed there was no one else to hold onto. "Thank you," he said quietly, a hesitant smile curling his lips. He would try to find the time to say farewell, when the dawn of his departure arrived, but he could not say when that would be, or how he might choose to take leave of their home. The Thief wondered if she would miss him, if his absence was to be noticed at all when he so often lurked beneath their regard. Though he did not plan on being kept away for long, he knew he would miss the company of the Mender and her fiery companion. He simply could not bear the thought of putting them in harm's way for the sake of what could very well prove to be a fruitless crusade. Perhaps it would be the last he would see of them for some time. With that in mind, he extended his nose, reaching out to nudge Lena's cheek gently, a light brush of reassurance in the wake of his announcement. "I will keep your offer in mind."
@[Lena]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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