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12-31-2016, 07:09 PM
He was smug, confident, and in total his usual vain self as he watched the youth look into the blade with suspicion, hope. It was made all the more delicious to have the dark prince literally drawn in. Like moth to a flame. A term so often applied to the gold. Earth eyes glance to the gold dagger shifted to the side, unsuspected. Perhaps he didn’t desire the blade. His own was just as sharp, and had the added bonus of this magic, but the gold’s greedy eyes were ever wide. Perhaps he wouldn’t use it, but he could still hoard it, collect it, or even bargain it himself. But he didn’t think of snatching it now, even with the dark prince’s attention caught. No, what he desired was to see the youth’s face of wonder….and to see if he was truly after the owner of the dagger in such a pure mission. As the images appeared on the blade, the gold sparked in those earth eyes, waiting. Yet, there’s no spark, no aha-moment. Harks begin to fall back then the youth looks up and delivers the verdict. Can’t see? The mask of the gold falls away. His harks pin fully back and his eyes narrow to look down at the blade himself. It must have been quite an unusual scene to see two stallions staring confounded at a blade in the middle of the thistles…. “Impossible.” He hisses, forgetting to keep up appearances. At the moment, he only could rally against the frustration of the limitations of Helovia’s magic. Crowned head reaches out for the blade’s end, gripping it with his teeth and pulling it back. In his eyes he sees shadows go by and snows, scenes switching and shifting to show the goings of the world. The gold leans back, raising his head, but keeping eyes on his blade. Perhaps only the one who whispered the words could see? He dared not share the words. Perhaps only the owner? He sure as hell wasn’t going to trade it. The Laurelin snorts. Well that was just it right? Nothing else was owed, he could leave. But the gold dagger still lay cold in the snow, the questions of the dark prince still unanswered, and, if he was honest with himself (which he rarely was), the gold still held interest in where the youth would lead to himself. He hesitates then, before finally looking up. “Small matter… I suppose you care only about the caves...” It was said with both a grumble and huff, as if the dark prince’s inability to see was fault of his own. Typical gold. Earth eyes cast down to the blade, and his nose carefully turns it as he goes. He in brief describes what he sees. Describing the trappings and looks of each. The gold was wise enough to know the dark prince may not trust what he hears, but he had looked with such hungry eyes on the blade the gold counted on him finding something… He goes through several scenes, but when the youth seems uninterested he moves on quickly. He is still searching around the caves when he sees a figure of a much different sort. “A large red- and…bloodied Pegasus. Scraps on his cheek, but there’s more blood then from him, hard to tell…a vicious looking temper....difficult to see, he's distant-“ He lingers, hangs. This, unlike others described, was more unusual, and yet still near where the colt searched. He almost wanted this creature to be it, unlike the others he had described, this one would surly make a most interesting story. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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