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06-14-2015, 11:56 PM
It was not often the golden was caught in such a moment, a rare moment of peace and ease. They were usually brought to quick and swift ends by those such as Knox. Perhaps fate smiled upon the happy scene then to leave it as is, to have the violent creature slip off unnoticed. Though it wasn’t allowed to continue in full peace. A clattering sound of hooves echo upon rocks and hard ground. Haldir was too swept up still to noticed, but the golden’s crowned head snaps to the noise. Had it not been for the simultaneous movement of white markings, or the light above he might not have seen her well. Harks lift, and he picks a cocked hind hoof up and straightens out his easy sway. He didn’t want to look like he enjoyed watching this childish scene too much. After all he had a reputation to maintain.
The mare who stepped forward though was new to him. That seemed to be happening more and more these days. For a man who prided himself on knowing everything that was whispered about this land, that was a small blow. Still, no time like the present to make up lost ground. He wasn’t a social butterfly mind you, but correcting this error of not recognizing her was a welcomed opportunity. Earth eyes follow her as she comes to him, saying nothing, and moving not. Her soft voice breaks the silent explosive colors above, but it is soft and hushed. Most curious this creature. Her deep philosophical words raises questions, but he says nothing.
It wasn’t that there was not connection with him to the beauty above. Though may things about his past he forgot or hide behind closed doors, it was the love of stars that he let flourish. The culture of it, letting it wrap him still in a comfort stronger than any other natural sight. The stars were the guidance, the watchers, and keepers. They did not show insignificance, but a significance. Above were those who can before, who cherished those below and kept them safe from the dark of night. They shone with such a light of beauty that the sun could never match. That was why, they always said, they disappeared when he was out. So bright did the sun try to out do the stars he made sure they were never seen in the same sky. But no matter how it tried, he light could not match theirs. But these thoughts were kept inside, and close. Only with Haldir had he fostered the traditions, and mostly only because he was fairly certain Haldir would never tell.
He might have gone on this path, a philosophical drawl that, like a part time hobby, pleased him. He even started out. “Indeed.” But as he turned back to gaze at that of which they spoke he noticed Haldir had frozen. He never continued the thoughts, and so it rested instead like an agreement as he watched the other mare. The gold had been so wrapped up in the coming of the other he had not even noticed the other, and his bonded’s notice of it. Haldir at catching the mare leap such as he had stopped himself. His dark sides heaving but his face light still. He had never known another to act like him. Those the golden usually called upon were very different. But to see her, or rather catch the tail end, of her leap, fills him with a tinge of excitement that such a creature can exist. His dark tail wags, and in the boldness of happiness he bleats to her. Bounding up his front as he does so. Coming down he bends, waiting for her to answer in her own movements, not noticing how her realization of others might have ended the moment.
The gold watches, noting again, that here was another mare he did not know. His quiet moment was certainly wrapping up, but then, he also noted, they were both at least, easy on the eyes. He wasn’t looking in particular, but they were certainly better company that some other he could think of. His crowned head dips to her. Turning back to the mare who stood beside him finally speaks up again. The moment for a philosophical banter had turned though. Much to his regret, it would have been a fun distraction. “Are you new to these sights?” The ever prodding questions of their names, histories and personalities would as always have to be dished out in the politeness of conversation. He was careful not to speak too curiously, not wanting to seem too interested. Instead he lets his hind re-cock and tasseled tail sway at the hard earth. Even if he had shaken the ease off himself for a moment, he resettles it in the normal task of figuring out others. Always an enjoyable distraction.
OOC :: @[Ki'irha] @[Enna] Thran doesn't help awkward moment get unawkward. XD
Wardrobe:: golden cloak, circlet, hawk necklace, satchel (invisibility cloak, dagger, polearm)
Identities:: Ampere, Cashmere
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