It takes a moment, as to be expected, but it feels like an eternity. Teeth grind and nash as the golden’s tasseled tail flicks at his sides. His legs no longer felt content to stand upon rocks and frost. His back no longer accepting the weight of the mountains above. Haldir was the first to spy the crafter, but not in the usual way. The deer’s nose twitches, and it is the sense to lead him to the sugary sweet crafter. Large ears raise up, and those pale moon eyes grow large with the scent. The golden was no as impressed. His crowned head turns to the coming creature. He had never dealt with this crafter before. Ulrik had always been so business like, and this one, well, it was very much different.

They had not met formally, at least that the candyman knew, but the golden had stood in the body of another last winter at Falls, and seen the sweet heart that was this horse. He still didn’t know how to take the creature’s continued upbeat attitude against such a harsh land. Add that to his restlessness and he was put in an awkward spot as the creature strode up happily.

The gold nods back to the chirper greeting, letting Haldirs happy face do duty for two. The dark deer always did love it when others noticed him, and this was no exception. His tail begins to swing, his smile grown, and more and more his nose was twitching. The sweet air had grown stronger. It brought him closer to the new comer.

The gold ignores the stag for now. “Johnny.” His hips shift awkwardly. Why when he was so used to commanding power was he stumbling? So he just cut to the chase. “This cave made a fine prison once. Seems it could use some restoration.” Haldir while they were taking was creeping closer to Johnny, his nose twitching away. “A lock and key, and perhaps one new bar should do after the rocks are cleaned out.” Closer and closer Haldir tried to creep, his lips beginning to lick. “The throat might trade for them for- HALDIR!” The dark deer had been ever so close to a lick froze and looked at the golden. The gold only stared hard upon his bonded for a moment. It was just another instance of deer embarrassing him yet again.

Snorting the gold turns back. “See what you can do for me.” And then he was off without another word. Spinning round he trots high and long off to right for his cave. The itch growing stronger. Haldir though was still frozen where he had been. He watches the golden go and then looks to the candyman. His eyes almost pleading. A snack for the road?


"Ta lk?"

we live like thieves
     kings among men