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02-12-2016, 09:16 AM
A lopsided smile crossed his face as Elsa greeted him quietly, gaze lingering on her until they swept to the words of Tiva. Her smile was as suggestive as the fluttering of her lashes, and he cannot help the growing of his grin as she looked up into his eyes, “The pleasure is mine, Tiva.” Though, rather promptly, he swept the grin from his face, an ear flick towards his Queen betraying the sudden guilt at his brief indulgence at harmless coquetry.
And his eyes swung back to Elsa as she continued to speak of those she should seek out for both healing and crafting. He merely nodded mutely in agreement, not quite trusting his words to not to place him in trouble.
Though the lighthearted-ness of his thoughts was quickly swept away as the heavily antlered man spoke, revealing that he lived in the North. Something uneasy stirred in the King— perhaps it was him using the word “treacherous”— as he merely nodded his own great head in farewell. Dark navy eyes watch his departing back. He did not echo Elsa’s offer of residence to the man, finding it unsavory that the man had travelled so deep into the Edge without any intentions of residing there. A small frown creases the corners of his eyes as he turns back to the two mares, “My Queen is more than capable of showing you the Edge and answering any questions you might have. Welcome, Tiva.” A brief smile before he drifted in the direction of Grimalkin’s disappearing form, ensuring that the stallion did, indeed, leave their borders.
And his eyes swung back to Elsa as she continued to speak of those she should seek out for both healing and crafting. He merely nodded mutely in agreement, not quite trusting his words to not to place him in trouble.
Though the lighthearted-ness of his thoughts was quickly swept away as the heavily antlered man spoke, revealing that he lived in the North. Something uneasy stirred in the King— perhaps it was him using the word “treacherous”— as he merely nodded his own great head in farewell. Dark navy eyes watch his departing back. He did not echo Elsa’s offer of residence to the man, finding it unsavory that the man had travelled so deep into the Edge without any intentions of residing there. A small frown creases the corners of his eyes as he turns back to the two mares, “My Queen is more than capable of showing you the Edge and answering any questions you might have. Welcome, Tiva.” A brief smile before he drifted in the direction of Grimalkin’s disappearing form, ensuring that the stallion did, indeed, leave their borders.
He paid for his sins. He was saved.
But some sins haunt us no matter how much we pay.
Tembovu also out. @Tiva @Elsa
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