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How he found himself ere once more the golden did not want to guess. His cloven hooves were carrying him all kinds of places lately as his minds wandered through hill and vales, and round mountains and rivers. There was so much to consider now a days with plans now extending across all of Helvoia’s extent. The golden after all was a busy man. So why he was wasting a moment or two in this pine forest surprised even him once Haldir nosed him, stopping him just in time before he stepped witlessly into a stream. Snorting the twin horned shook his head harshly, and the white eyes of Haldir flared to see the sudden anger. They only waned to see the head of the golden turn away, and knowing the anger was not to him. Haldir had taken this journey with glad feet, as it seemed he had been left out of many lately, but this strange mood of the gold was more than he bargained for. Turning aside the gold went back into the forest, his mind beginning again, but is wits more about him. So when a voice, sharp but clear cuts across the relative silence the golden hark is quick to find it. Head rises and earth eyes see barely through the brush colors not found on tree bark. Haldir’s small dark tail did begin to swing as the possibility of ridding himself of this dull march presented itself. With a bright face he see the gold turn to the voice and he trots most happily beside, (for rarely now did he walk behind). They come through the brush between the two creatures as the winged mare finishes. The spanish man is well used to this charade, and he curls himself ever so slightly, but leaves his head higher and held in regality that he thought befit the circlet, his precious, a top his head. In all it was a most striking image, a crowned gold bearing a shimmering glowing cloak of gold. Many new wears does he also sport, for hidden under his light cloak, glowing in the sunlight was his satchel and various arms, and around his foreleg was a silver band swirling like the winds of autumn. His looks were not the only weapons he had to steal that which he wanted. A gentle smile plays on his lips, it was a well-rehearsed play. “Indeed, greetings.” Turning to the winged bird the gold nods. It caught his eye then, that most strange creature. Earth eyes lifted to it, but in a veiled thought. It was like a fish, but swan through the air. Most curious a pet. The gold though turns away though, never did he like pets. Unfortunately Haldir did not have such a will, and the gold had long given up trying to instill it in him. The growing fawn looked at all to be seen, and he marveled at the pretty gold for she was so strikingly like his bonded. That alone was not enough to keep him though. Not when there was the hâl [fish]. For that was all he knew to call it. Tail wagged all the more and his attention was fully set on the thing as he watched it swim about the air like a leaf. The golden, noting his bonded’s attention did his best to ignore it. Looking on the horned maiden and noting her mood he was quick to know she was not of this land. For her eyes did wonder about, harks were never still, and body lined with a traveller’s wear. “Welcome to Helovia.” OOC:: Yes, Welcome! Also, please excuse this strange mood in my writing....I don't know where its come from. XD Identity Inventory:: Cashmere, Destry Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, Circlet, Armband, Satchel-hidden (knife, polearm) Thranduil
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