He watches like hawk, ears flipping from forwards to backwards, side to side, not wanting to miss a single word. He sees a few people he had met previously, but most were new to his eyes. He kept their faces memorized, soon he would seek them out, spy on them, the ice prince would feel his wrath, even if Gaucho's was enough.
Quite a large crowed turned out, it seemed that the young stallion had actually worked pretty hard on whatever he seemed to be conjuring up. There is a lot of mini-conversations, words passed from new fellows and past friends, glares and smiles, a whole mix of emotion. A lady nears Miseal, she too seemed to be spying from the outside, the pair like vampires in the night, hunting down their prey from the shadows and silence.
Rikyn speaks and Miseal is instantly trained on his voice, hoping, praying that he would speak of information valuable for Miseal to report back to Gaucho. If anything had gotten interesting, the beast wouldn't have known. For the moon goddess had striked again, his veins that had once ran hot, ran icy cold, his body weighed down with the mass of ice that he felt inside him. It stabbed at his sides, his stomach feeling as if an iron hand bathed in dry ice had twisted itself within Miseal's barrel. His brow furrowed in great pain, fuck the moon goddess. He tries to focus on what was going on, but his mind kept getting drug down by the feeling of his body being crushed underneath an invisible weight. Turning around, the giant headed south, heavy, slow steps carrying him there.
OCC: had to get this up for quest thread!
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