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12-11-2015, 04:03 PM
If the healer wanted a time when the gold would both blind and uninterested in digging into her deeper problems she choose a good time to do it. The chilling winds of autumn carried the Laurelin’s name across the vale to the edge of hot springs. There the golden had sought a moment’s respite. Night after night only snitches of sleep would come, and even then it was littered with unpleasant things. He would wake in a jerk, and see no desire to fall into the same dream landscape. So a well worn path had been worked onto his caves floor where his silent hooves had paved. But animals are not built to never sleep. His body began to tarnish, and shoulders sag. Senses dull, and temper sharpen. So when Haldir had suggested, worried for his bonded, that they journey to the hot springs after the usual stroll (more like charge) around the Basin, it had not been denied. They were just about to step into the pools, when his name reached him.
Harks pin back and teeth bare. Insolent cretins. He had a title, a well made powerful one no less, and yet only his name echoed upon the mountains. And yet to such uncaring call he was demanded to answer. To come like a dog called to its master. A growl rumbles in his throat. Another reminder of the weight upon his back, and the lies about the power of the crown he bore. Jogging from the hot springs he comes, at first tense and bristled. But his anger could not last long on his worn body. By the time he reached the caller his gait had broken to a walk and though he tried to counter by holding his head higher, the line and dark shadows about him could not be hidden.
The one the Laurelin meets also does not please him. This mare had practically spat upon him before another at the Arch. A memory which still burned in his mind with sharp flames. Harks turned back as he gathered venom to speak her name, though the tiredness which laced his voice muted it. “Enna” He did not nod, but she speaks at once. Tasseled tail (though low and slow) flicks behind him, finding her whole manner still rude and uncorrected. The fact that she had indeed obeyed his order to set upon her task and shown submission was overlooked. Haldir, sensing his bond’s state and the feelings towards, what he had thought was always a pleasant enough mare, kept his silence and distance.
So what was meant to be a conversation, and in his mind a chance for a bit of light revenge and tease, came down to a single question, which was spoken rather flatly, though with a hint of intrigue. The crowned golden may not have enjoyed her company, but as ever, his curiosity could undermine any mood. “Tell me, how came you by this better understanding?” One hark turns to listen. He doesn’t expect much, but tired as he was, he was not going to let this annoying thorn off so easily.
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