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05-30-2015, 09:51 PM
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Thranduil
The golden’s mind might have been a flurry of activity, but his body was straining with the weight of it. After finishing his speech, and in her pause the golden finds the strain finally too loud to ignore. Of course he wasn’t one to give in too easily. With slow creaky movements the golden rounds and comes to rest his side on a slashed pine tree. Haldir had sense closed his eyes to the world, and given in, but the golden was determined to hear the girl. Did she have a name? He could remember them exchanging them. However, in the current climate of affairs where he was so often one creature or another, it suited him quite well to go on nameless, on both sides if need be. Though he did wonder why she left her side of the story blank. Why she did not state it a clearly a fact as the others she seemed to know. He her to come from Kahlua, and the Earth God, and her personality to be frank and brave, but not personal. Most certainly he began to surmise, their meetings (the two of them) were far from chit chatting on likes or dislikes. Perhaps unless you brought it up to her she did not tell? It never occurred to him that she did not have one at all. Everyone else ended up with nickname or other anyway. Raven fit her very well. So that was settled. Her inner anxieties were nothing to him, as he simply waited for her answer. He was rather pleased with himself after his ‘round’ and so was happy to wait and let his sense rest against the murdered pine. If he had known her struggles with what was certain, or truthful, he of course, being the egotistical man he was, would have been happy to set her straight. In his mind, though of course unthought at this moment for it was unmentioned, it did not matter if what was happening now was real or dreamt. It was happening in a place that affected us, so we must react. I think therefore, I am. At last the girl speaks up. The golden’s ears pick up and his earth eyes refocus onto her. When it did a most curious feature almost made her words obsolete. Haldir, hearing the girl’s voice had picked up his little head, and his large pale eyes too noticed it. A bleat of surprise echoed under the girl’s words. The dark deer looked to the golden, and tried to question it, but the golden was far too busy trying to balance the observation and her words. In the end, her words won out. The golden’s attention was drawn back up to her face, and kept there. Coherence. Yes, he supposed that was a neater way of placing it. He nodded one, agreeing to the re-calibration. Not all experienced such traumatic mind shifts, but then, especially her in Helovia it seemed to happen more. He was left silent as well when she paused. But his attention was directed by Haldir, who still could not understand what was happening to this most wonderful friend. His little bleat came again. Distant, but firm the golden whispers back. “Angol” [Magic] The deer seemed to be put at ease by that. Magic was becoming more and more normal, and the girl didn’t seem wounded by such things as were taking over her. It still of course made the golden unease to see the one he was talking to begin to meld in, yet there were more important things a foot. She speaks up again before the gold can, and what he finds is more in tune with him than before, and all the more agreeable. So the golden nods, and a smile grows back on his lips. “Though you must always be wary of children. They might be easy to manipulate, but their instincts are stronger than their older counterparts.” Yes, children and companions were always a pain to work around. They seemed to always know something was up. The golden lifts himself off the tree, his side rough with the torn bark but body glad to ease itself with movement. “There is more to this than just words.” He begin to walk forward. Not knowing if she would allow it but trying his hand at this trick anyway. Slowly with as much smooth grace as his worn body would allow, the golden comes to her. His head tucks tight with the spanish flare. “There are some manipulations words can not accomplish.” Would she let him come closer? Only one way to find out. The golden aimed to come up close and pass her. His golden hide still steamy from the workout. His hot breath rolling out in bellows. “Some mares are not like you raven, their minds thing differently. So that…..” As he hoped to be by her side he lifts his head. His whiskered chin reaching to try and barely grace her spine. “Caresses and whispers, do more, than a thousand love poems….” He lets his voice trail, and then goes silent. If she had let him close, he would lean into her. Then he stole away. His steps silently carrying him past her and around. He turned till he looked at her, facing her side. Though he could not quite read her face yet, he expected the romance to not have the slightest drop of effect on her. If it did, he might be a tinge disappointed. “Words are not the only thing to be manipulated. What say you to that?” The smooth tone had gone harsh and dark, but a smile still played at his lips. The golden slinks back to in front of her. Letting his voice carry on. “But raven, I have only told you my side.” He stops and looks to her, his earth eyes sparking with the thrill of pursuit. “Now you must tell me yours.” The golden tilts his crowned head, finally looking deeply enough into her to gauge where she stood. “What does the raven say to this?” He chuckles, his life twisting wickedly. “You’ve never been short of an opinion.” And again he jumps to what he thinks he knows, having seen her only twice. Still he is quite content, and curiosity keeps his weary body going. "talk talk talk" OOC:: @[Isopia] So much talking ;.; |
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