If it was one thing the gold could never resist it was a growing gathering. Coming through the meadow in the morning, leaving his fog covered recluse he spies a shape upon the hill far off, and others gathering round it. At this the golden stops. His head turns to check the timing of the day, looking to the position of the sun, then back to the distance gathering with a head tilt. What on earth could be causing a stir this time of morning. ”Find out?” The voice whispers from next to him. The crowned head turns to the side, with a grin. Haldir stood looking sharp in his spring coat. For once the deer’s mood matched the golden’s. His sense of curiosity carrying over the usual barriers of decency and justice. ”Of course.”

Now it wasn’t any fun to go gallivanting up-wait that was fun. The golden gives a laugh, but continues. It wasn’t in his usual style to go charging up-oh wait yeah it was. That gains another snicker. Shaking his head though he reaches back into the satchel at his side. From this he pulls one of his most prized possessions, although, let’s be real, they all were prized. But this one was especially unique. Over his back a cloak of black flings, and his form then shivers and vanishes like dust on the breeze. This was more like it. Shaking his head the gold looks to Haldir again. The stag was looking blankly at the ground, where hoof’s still made imprints. The gold grinned, and set off with his deer trailing.

The stag eventually lot the site of the hoofprints, and instead too his own path, coming to stop near the edge of the clearing. So far, none here but the caller of the group, Rikyn, knew him, which he found amusing. So he only looks over disinterestedly and grazes, but his ears were ever attentive. The gold meanwhile was planning to get and up close view. Not one to be caught often among the masses he moved up the small hill, and came to a halt just behind the young prince. Though the gold would have to admit as he looked over the Gilded’s son he was growing, and had the marks to prove it. An invisible brow raised to see the sizeable burn upon the poor boy’s shoulder. Bet that hurt. Wonder what foolish act caused that.

Then a familiar voice echoes the colt’s name and the gold looks out to the crowd. Nymeria. A grin rose on his lips. He was glad to see her for after all they were, friends. And then there was Zandora….not the most pleasant mare he’d ever met. A few others were gathered as well but none he knew. Still it seemed everyone was a bit wary of who exactly was who. The golden stifled a chuckle to hear Nymeria question the prince’s name. It seemed the colt was more like his mother than the gold would give him credit for. Though it was clear by his stand and puffed out chest that he was no longer comparable to her. The gold’s grin curled into a smirk. No, this was the start of something new. The air was humming with it.


OOC:: I MADE IT. He's standing beside Rikyn, and Haldir is a bit off grazing. I don't think anyone here has met him though except Rikyn.
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