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07-06-2017, 10:20 AM
The gold felt the sniffling colt dig into him, tucking up as close as he could and though it should have made him feel more loved, as when he had nudged the child, the complete breakdown of the colt into his shoulder only seemed to make him feel more awkward. He of course wanted to protect the child, comfort it, but this was more than he had bargained for. Surely Hotaru would be better at this? Harks twist back, and some unbidden urge to shove the child off came to mind…why? Especially when he had just been so ready to collect it close and protect it. The gold’s tasseled tail continued to shift restlessly. Why was his child crying making any difference? Perhaps it was that all other things the gold had protected, mate and trinkets, none were ever so vulnerable…nor weak. Perhaps seeing something of his, in the grips of terror and so unashamedly crying in its throes was what made him suddenly hold off when he had been only moments ago, so giving. He moves to resist. “Gal-“ But the colt moves on his own. The crowned head pulls back as the babe tries to reach something just beyond the gold. Yet his sight lingers on the colt, watching the babe . A moment ago, wrapped in the thoughts of his fears the child had been near tears, and though his eyes still watered, something more solid came over him. A determination, brought about by….rocks? The gold turns to look trying to understand as his eyes fall on two white ston-bones. Harks pin further back but the gold reaches for the objects and brings them within the child’s reach. He nudges them over before releasing them. They were decidedly bones, not rocks, and certainly not ordinary objects. On the smooth white were carved sun runes, like those on the antlers of Gaucho, and painted to stand out in gold. They rose into sharp points but at their centers they were hollow…cuffs. Horn cuffs. “Where did you find these?” Then he remembers to correct the colt. “They are bones.” For the first time, the gold turns a more serious gaze upon his son. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Thranduil
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