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04-30-2015, 08:09 AM
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Thranduil
A knee buckled. Protesting. He had stood here for too long it complained, and before that he had worked his whole body too long. But instead of giving in the golden stomps the weak link. His mind, spinning and spinning would not even begin to think of his physical being with such a whirlwind and amusement running through it. Haldir was not so blind to his body. The deer, though growing was still young, and it had taken a toll on his body to walk all the way here and carry the heavy items of the gold through the woods. So while he desired ever so much to near the lady, and gain her favor more, his little body was worn. Walking a few paces he seems to settle into his weariness, and folds his legs under his body. He settles himself, nosing the pine needs and ferns about, before looking back at the two of creatures. His heavy white eyes watching best they could. The golden was far from being so quiet and relaxed. As the girl pauses for a moment he knows he had reached what he seeks. This isn’t some simpleton ready to throw and answer. This was a serious contender here. She was really thinking. Really laying it out. Oh how it soothed him. A small pleasant look comes over him, content, but with a flicking tail at his hocks. And like beautiful swing of a blade she looks straight at him and demands the opposite. It makes his grin grow all the more. How beautiful this was becoming. This dance of minds and opinions. The laws of nature concerting an opposing harmonies and now crashing to battle it out. It was more the fact of having someone intelligently present the ideas that kept him from barking out at her in angry rebuttal. Tis was a civil affair after all. So he actually listens, with tail flicking and ears forward. He meets her smooth gaze with one of his own, feeling no threat from her disagreement. And always, a small curl of his lip rising, enjoying it all the more. For now he says nothing, seeing in her, her mind still spinning ready to turn about again. So like a tiger in the bush he waits, watching. Oh but look, she falters. Her head dips and she looks more inward. The thoughts coming out now were less developed, and the golden’s grin grows the more she pauses. This wasn’t the same tone as before. Where that had been flat and certain this held more questions, more unthought through thoughts. As she finishes he lets his lips fall in a false sadness. “Ah now you’ve lost it.” He sighs and seems to withdraw above the conversation. “You had something. You possessed it, but you are letting it slip.” He turns his head to look at her through the side. “Is it that you are no longer certain in your thoughts, or has another thought questioned them?” Then he turns to the other side. “Or perhaps you doubt you know all the world that you have not lived long in yet?” He settles back into his center straight gaze. “Changing arguments is fine raven, but you need to possess it. Your mind is a beautiful. It, like all others is unique but for your years is more powerful. A pause is accepted, but pause not once your mouth speaks. Or they will think you lost and undone and seize upon you like wild dogs. Possess it.” Another knee buckles, but he again stomps it out. “Now. You are right that the web of ties once identified make all vulnerable. Those ties and similarities which bring comfort are but superficial. The similarities and comforts they pretend are only assumptions of a desperate and lonely creature, and this is the reality they are blind to.” He shifts himself and his argument. There was little thinking through he needed to do, being the cocky vain man he was. “You are also right I cannot make the world good or bad, it is what it is. But, with every intake of the world we balance it with our prior intakes, and judge it. Judgement is automatic and necessary. The world does not exist for us as it is, but only within us. We only know the world by what my senses can translate. That is the weak link to attack.” His grin grows. Did he realize he was divulging what made him so powerful of a spy? Perhaps, but the activity was far too enjoyable to care. “If you can know what prior intakes have occurred, you can determine how to change it. If you can lie the senses, and cultivate a false world you can make it your own.” Here now he grins wide. Most pleased with himself. Of course his wasn’t all he thought on the subject but he had spoken more than enough compared to usual. Content to have said his share he retires his side. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia] So much talking ;.; |
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