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04-19-2015, 03:36 PM
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Thranduil
He expected a tale of some distance doom, which he was sure he would outsmart, but what he got was a philosophy lesson. From a raven. A philosophy conscious raven. Snorting the golden shook his horned head as the feminine voice speaks up. Haldir still didn’t give a damn what else happened. His little tail still just wagged and small smile curled up his lips. For the golden, it didn’t help that this raven seemed to have no clue how words worked. Of course words were good and bad, that’s how the damn gold made his living. Pinned harks expressed just how wrong the bird was, but despite that, it seemed silly to argue with a raven. This whole thing seemed ridiculous. If the raven was just here to give him a philosophy lesson it was barking up the wrong tree. Thankfully, perhaps, for the bird, it was not just a bird. As the creature moved, those sharp earth caught it, and having been prepared for this worse, he in a swift movement tossed his head up and stepped back. He was the only one to do so, for Haldir only dropped his smile in amazement, but kept that small tail going. The gold was a bit more shocked by the transformation before him. Of course he should know about shapeshifting, but it was always him doing it. He had never seen it. Let alone the fact he did not know what creature to expect from its results. Harks pin and lips seem to lift ready to bar out a vicious bit. But much to his surprise, a familiar form takes shape from under the dark raven. It was her. But realization was quickly taken over by confusion. How she had grown! So much taller, and filled out. Was this how all offspring of the god’s were raised, quick and solid, with no chance to be a free babe of the world? Maybe that was the cause of her high mindedness. Horned head tilted, as one side of his lip curled. He began to remember more of that day, and the raven’s words now made more sense to him. They were spoke in the same tone as those to the Moon Goddess has been. Snorting the gold only shook his head, silenced by the phenomena before him. His mind playing over how the children of the gods fit in, how the magic worked through her body. Haldir of course was not so hindered by a higher working mind. So when the daughter of the earth turned to him the small fawn did not let the dark tones, and feeling bar him from his own enjoyment. She smiles at him, and having very little such faces look down to him it made the creature all the happier. His affection for her grew there, tenfold. For it seemed to him to be such a special thing that she should notice he, let alone to pay him a smile. The deer had ever rarely been so rewarded (and it affirmed the bold refusal he had shown before). So the deer tip toes closer to her, letting is nose reach out around her scent. His large pale, pupil less eyes looking with more freedom. So that when she spoke again he was quite near and could turn back to look at his bonded being so addressed. In the silences of the moment, while the golden still considers all things, he notices the change in his bonded deer’s features. It was a hard eye that took in the deer’s happiness, but as always, the bonded’s emotions could temper his. So no reprimand came from the gold. When the girl spoke again the gold shook and looked up, as if woken from a deep thought. He remembered her philosophizing, and it left him bitter. Earth eyes met hers as she looked over his feet, and a smile broke out over the golden man’s lips. He was quite pleased with himself to be honest. The gift of silence was one he had indeed enjoyed. It made him all the more unwilling to reveal it as merely ‘magic’. If you just call it magic, what fun was there? The mystery is gone. Not to mention a secret revealed. However, though he was always slow to reveal a secret, he was frustrated the girl had surprised him, and so felt the showing of his own skill was well deserved. “It is a gift,” He spoke as if it was old hat. His horned head settling in its spanish arc. “Magic.” Of course this wasn’t where he wanted the conversation to go. His mind, much of a philosophizing brain itself, was still spinning on her previous (he considered) error. “But that is not my pick with you. You who are so young take note. Words may by empty from the lips that is true, but how they are taken are very easy to control if you deal the deck correctly. I can make them good or bad for you.” That is, if you stack the deck. The golden, body worn as it was from his work, still had a mind to tell you what he thought. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia] |
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