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04-20-2015, 10:49 AM
In the end, the girl turned out to be quite a bore. She bows quickly, and shallow to the Reaper, and keeps her cool. Boring. Snorting the gold turns away from the conversation, not trying to hide the fact that he had little interest in this at the moment. His eyes roll over to where Haldir grazes, just beyond the slope. The deer was always excited to Deimos, but the last of the summer grass, and their long journey put other priorities first. Beyond him stretched the valley, and on the left, tucked away was the golden’s cave. Shaking his horns he could almost hear it call to him. But Deimos’s voice interrupts it. With a sigh he turns back to the two, checking back into their conversation. The dark demon does accept her, it appears. Though of course, a ‘I welcome you’, was out of the question, this was as close as she was going to get. Letting his tasseled tail twitch and curl at his hocks he wait to see how she answers. It was a test of sorts, as he watched her with as little interest leaking forth as possible. What would little goldie say? Would she admit to the hints of what the gold witnessed before? Or would she cower behind some false skills? Perhaps she would try to skirt by and leave this place undecided of her fate. Hmm, the golden mused. That last one most certainly would not do. If she would not speak up for herself, then the gold would be happy to help her out. But of course, first we must wait and see, watching, ever watching. OOC:: @[Rexanna] @[Deimos] Identity Inventory:: Cashmere, Destry Wardrobe:: Golden cloak, Circlet, Armband, Satchel-hidden (knife, polearm) Thranduil
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