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It was rather good that he was on the verge of his departure, that he was waking from his trance, otherwise he might not have caught Haldir’s quiet nudge. ”Someone coming” Gold harks lift up to the stag, who stood further back along the tree line. Of course someone was coming. Just what he needed in this moment, when he was finally winding down. He now saw the leaves rustle, and Haldir’s voice slipped in just as the figure revealed itself. “Distraction”
The stag was getting to know the golden so well. As the pale dusted golden, rosen figure stepped into the light of the moon the gold was instantly taken by his usual interest in strange creatures. Well, not so strange, this one he knew from…well from….a series of unfortunate events not far from this very place. Of course recognizing her as he does, the gold is quick to shield himself back up. A sly smile rolls up on his lips and he lets his crowned head tilt as he turns to her. She then stepped closer, and he noticed her sides were swollen, whether from a little over indulgence, or pregnancy he could not guess, but the jumps his own mind to those waiting his return, and the hesitation keeps him from speaking first.
Haldir was not so reserved. The stag sees the other, a second of his rare kind that he had met in only a few days and he raises his head and nods it in greeting. This stag was smaller than he, yet it bore the same vines about its head as Duir. He barks low and soft a friendly greeting and watches the reply with keen interest.
Harks comes to attention as she speaks, letting her lulling voice roll over him, and build the fabric of his mask thicker, letting it soothe him back into the business he does best. He interjects, flashing a wider grin, “Not to disappoint your sources dearie, but my absence was found a bit larger than just the Edge.” He leaves it at that, holding the rest of the information close at hand. It was a shame really. Had he known that this mare shared blood with the one who lay not far with his offspring, he might have lended more, but for now he said nothing of his reason.
He yields to her voice though, letting her words roll gently over his still blistering soul. Perhaps this was what he needed after all. Already it had pulled him from planning the demise of some unknowing creature who wondered the world and placed him squarely back into a world he belonged, Cheshire grins, and twisted phrases. It was so simple, yet so wonderful to let the golden coat slide back over his skin without consequence or thought. It was almost natural.
To her question though she gets little. “Well enough.” That was more of a lie, especially given his most recent discoveries. Yet to her he would reveal little of that. His hunt for those who dared stick their gummy little hooves over his objects was a private matter..perhaps. Yet first he needed to distract her from the obvious state she had first found him in. He is quick to turn the tables. “I’m glad to see you don’t seem to have taken a fancy to being shoved off cliffs.” His head tilts underlining his humor. It was a leading statement, a probe, pushing to know what state he would find the thief ranks in. It was true that day he had not really been a supporter of….order, but he had flown out on the cliff edge. Given she was no innocent babe, he knew its low chances of success. Yet it at least changed the subject. Perhaps that was a more worthy goal anyway.
OOC:: EEp! I get to thread with you <33 Also I have no clue what my table font is doing...but we'll just roll with it.
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