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03-25-2015, 12:56 AM
Those earth eyes ever watching note the shifting glances and side sneaks. He can’t help but enjoy them a bit. After all they were mares, and he a stallion. Still it did not do much to engage him more. A hind hoof cocked and tasseled tail swings quietly by his hocks as he waits for this slow conversation to get going. Haldir was of course more interesting to watch. The babe, growing in boldness at the gaze of the hal [fish] moved around to see it fully, and lifted his nose. And while the fawn curiosity was wearing at the gold’s tolerance for appearing pleasant, he held out. Only moving to nod at the horned mare’s question. For such a lovely entrance it sure was being wasted. The golden still stands quietly by as the mare seems almost shy and gentle. The gold was doubting now her quality matched the cold rock hills of the north. Though sweet thing [Lena] seemed to thrive there, not many other gentle souls made it to the north. So the possibility of enticing one this day, with another present seemed like a waste. He could not know the inner workings of that gentle mare. If he had the golden’s effort would have been much greater to ensnare her, for certainly there was a skill in such an illusion. His mind though was too far off in wandering to probe very deeply in what he believed was plain before him. Following up on the pale bird’s curious tongue the gold joins in. “There are four such places in Helovia.” Right let’s get this show on the road. Haldir at hearing the golden’s name looks back, but still tries to get the floating hal to play, with a big grin and jumping little body. “Thranduil, at your service. I hail from the Aurora Basin.” Blah blah Blah. “It is a refined stronghold in the north. A keep of strength, life, and family.” And thieves, warriors, with a few crazies sprinkled in between. The golden though really could care less. His eyes and body was still engaged in the conversation, but looking deep in those earth eyes you might already find they’re miles away. Still, as he saw the awn jumping to the side his patcience for that little one wore out. “Haldir, deri, tolo si[stop, come here].” The fawn turns his head, but shows no reaction to the words, which while spoken softly and gently, were harsh. He had heard them too much to care much for them. Still he gives the hal one last look and turns back to the golden. Standing by the gold’s side he entertains himself by watching the creature from a far. OOC:: Thranduil's still in a weird mood, my apologies. Also, sorry for the wait. Identity Inventory:: Cashmere, Destry Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, Circlet, Armband, Satchel-hidden (knife, polearm) Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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