There was, in truth, a very good reason for patrols.

The gold was once again wasting away in some quieter corner of this world. His attention lately grabbed by anything which could be called a distraction, or entertainment. The past few weeks such moods had been….rather dangerous. But today’s was more subtle. Some spark of energy had cause him to rise with some wry mood. A mood to go, look and see. Haldir, felt the change, and he too was ready and willing. For so long they held up in the green maze or kept to the shadows. Some actual exploration was well overdue. So that is how they came here, to this land. He hadn’t looked upon the red dyed world since the war of the gods.

A cold draft blew in from the north and the golden ears fall back into the tuffs of white. It was a warning of what was to come soon enough. Another winter. Snorting the crowned gold pulled at the wolf cloak draped around him. He never was much for cold, and living further south as he was, the heat of the summer had been one of the few enjoyments of the past season. Even Haldir’s coat was already growing thick, and the antlers upon his head were in their final accents before he shed them again for the winter. The stag watched the deer ahead of him and some small curl of his lips is pulled up, to see the deer step with its now natural regal grace through the undergrowth on the small path to the center of this world.

A cry echoes through the trees and both gold and stag stop to listen. Someone was hunting here. The crowned head tilted as it listened, thinking more so if he wanted to be found, rather than any fear. The black cloth was ever protectively pressed against his side in that small satchel. For many moons he had grown used to tossing it over and watching the world as a passive viewer. Yet something was different in today. Some inkling of curiosity was woken. It would most likely die away again soon after, but the gold had been so reserved lately. So hidden. It didn’t quite sit completely with his nature, even given the circumstances. So with Haldir trailing more warily, the gold stepped more boldly forward.

The scent of another grows stronger as he comes to the clearing. ”Seek fight?” Came a wobbled, confused question from the stag. It made the gold pause, what was he after….A distraction, that’s right. Something to interact, possibly toy with…something to give him a feeling he hadn’t in a while (one that he admitted he missed. ”A laugh” Came the reply, and he stepped on forward and finally into the clearing.

Crowned head was high as the earth eyes fell immediately onto the mammoth creature, a literal centerpiece of attention. Gold harks lean forward, and his body is held in its natural regalia. With the golden coat still glimmering from it summer richness, he felt every inch the Laurelin the world should know him as. He was playing though. Nothing more than acting for his own amusement. The drivers, and makers of that actual Laurelin were still lost in a fog within. But if he expected this company to play, shouldn’t he as well.  

The thoughts let his lips curl smugly upon the ends as Haldir steps from the brush a few steps behind, his moon eyes instantly upon the dragons with haunty reserve. But play the part the gold had said and he does so. As his lips curl, he lets the gold in the eyes spark with some false life, and his crowned head dips, ever slightly. It was a rather….imposing distraction he had been given, but something had made his delight of fate’s choice all the higher. This was nearly unmistakably Confutatis’s descendant. Ever proud to know secrets of others, the tasseled tail begins to flick, the white train just brushing the ground below. (His mind has permanently stamped out the night with Nymeria, adding it to the growing blacklisted memories). So, though it was no more than an act, the very act of acting like himself, was refreshing. And his energy was bolstered to more dangerous levels before they had even spoken a word.



OOC :: I told myself the whole time I wrote this "I'm not supposed to join another-I'm not" but the possibility of finally stealing a snow thread was too much temptation. Hope you don't mind.
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