Ears tilt forward as the Laurelin’s wings flamed around his seeping burn wound, his great head shifting to better watch just what the man was doing. And, as flames billowed around Gaucho’s hind leg, suddenly the wound was no more— and the pain evidently left the dun’s face. “Yet another useful trick,” the Elephant commented dryly. It seemed this man (now introducing himself as “Thranduil”) was full of surprises.
Though the golden-turned-dun man had introduced him with the phrase “at your service,” the King duly noted the lack of offer to heal his own wounds. He studied the piercing blue eyes for a moment; this man reminded him of the covetous council members in Dorobo. Delighted to be amused, quick to turn a appeasing phrase (did he not do the same?), and even quicker to turn waspish and venomous the moment their avarice was threatened.
The Elephant, unsettled and mistrusting, felt no favorable emotions swell towards the golden. He had already unleashed his newly discovered, explosive magic on the man. He did not wish to be further indebted and entwined; he could find a Moon Doctor to heal his wounds. Glancing back over the Flats in the direction of the Edge once, he retuned his attention to the man before him, “Apologies for any inconvenience, Thrandiul. Though it seems you are no worse for wear,” a lopsided grin crossed his face, but did not relieve the wary lines around his eyes, “I will see myself to the Edge’s Doctors. Until we meet again.” Though the Elephant was unsure if he wanted to cross paths with the Laurelin again.
@Thranduil I'm happy to have this fade, now, if you're okay with it! :D