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07-30-2016, 07:21 AM
Tall, dark, and overly muscled refuses to rise to the elder’s ire, an impressive display of self-control compared to the rest of Helovia’s complete inability to do the same. His opinion of the hornless stallion rises several notches and he’s almost sorry to see him go because of it, but he watches, silent, as the little entourage gathers to leave. He supposes he’s learned all that’s pertinent about the scaly, flying beasts at the youth's back for now anyway. The rest he can learn later on, when he’s bonded to a gold of his own, his mind stubbornly asserts.
The other stallion grins and offers a final remark, one pointed enough to remind the old man how this whole ordeal got started, and one of his threadbare ears flips forward in a semblance of chagrin in response. He is thankful for the red’s intervention in his miserly, and for most - if not all - of the information that followed the rescue, he’s just not so great (read inexcusably negligent) at showing positive emotions like gratitude or politeness or even the barest friendliness. Hostility and impudence have become a comfortable norm for the bearded geezer and it’s a well-known fact that the elderly have trouble with change.
He lets this slight embarrassment roll over his bony topline like all the other responsibilities and formalities of life that he continues to ignore, but he does take the advice to heart, carefully tracking along the path of the golden dragon's destruction until he's clear of the so-called 'meadow,' and can turn his shambling gait to the warmer lands of the south.
OOC // Just finishing this up. Thank you so much for threading with me! @Volterra
The other stallion grins and offers a final remark, one pointed enough to remind the old man how this whole ordeal got started, and one of his threadbare ears flips forward in a semblance of chagrin in response. He is thankful for the red’s intervention in his miserly, and for most - if not all - of the information that followed the rescue, he’s just not so great (read inexcusably negligent) at showing positive emotions like gratitude or politeness or even the barest friendliness. Hostility and impudence have become a comfortable norm for the bearded geezer and it’s a well-known fact that the elderly have trouble with change.
He lets this slight embarrassment roll over his bony topline like all the other responsibilities and formalities of life that he continues to ignore, but he does take the advice to heart, carefully tracking along the path of the golden dragon's destruction until he's clear of the so-called 'meadow,' and can turn his shambling gait to the warmer lands of the south.
OOC // Just finishing this up. Thank you so much for threading with me! @Volterra
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