For a moment the creature froze, but the golden did not stop. A small little voice whispered trouble. Was he stopping to manipulate some incantation of revenge? Some great act to make the golden regret his tease? The golden wanted to laugh. Another seriously threaten him here? Well, it was a valley full of Helovia dregs, but he was the golden. And if this new comer didn’t know that he’d soon find out every meaning of the name. That…and his thoughts were still not fully on what was before him. Earth eyes glance over, but still Haldir slinks on beside him. Snorting the gold looks forward, waiting, growing impatient. Impatient more for Haldir, but this black and white would have to do to receive it.

Finally the creature turns, and shows a meek one, head low. The golden’s raises in reaction, with harks locked on. Curious creature…was his being shy? The gold stops as he comes at last close enough, his smug grin still hanging about. Haldir, at hearing the black and white speak looks up. His distant eyes awaken slightly, and look to the golden and back to the other. They were still bottomless, and sorrowful, but they were here. The gold though was in the throes of trying to toss off his own old skins for new ones too. He laughs at the meek one’s words. “Of course you didn’t.” That was his job after all, to come and go unheard and unseen.

Haldir finally stops a little in front of the gold, looking to the new comer. The pause in the conversation grows, as the gold watches him. It was after all his whole reason for this moment. The deer raises his little head, sniffing about the other, with large ears barely lifting forward. In the end it is not enough, even if given attention. His little sides huff in a sigh and he seems to draw back and wait.

The golden grows more frustrated, wanting to put on a show here, though of course, trying his best not to let the motive slip. “Come now though, you’re among friends here.” Friends would might wound you with a wrong phrase, but those are the best kind of friends right? The gold steps forward, letting his head, still grinning, tilt. “I am Thranduil, and this is Haldir.” Please ignore his mood, he’s been through rough times, but who around here hadn’t? Just look at the gold. “Just joining our merry crew?” The sarcasm rolls off like so familiar a language. He was poking, prodding, trying for anything. To wake himself. To wake the deer up.


OOC:: @[Ashamin]
Wardrobe:: Circlet, golden cape, hawk necklace, satchel (polearm, knife)
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