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11-07-2012, 10:52 AM
She turned to him, eyeing his profile with what he estimated as mild curiosity. Kind features never faltered, this man was used to lingering glances. The golden entrapment around his cape shimmered warmly as soon as he was fully submersed into their sun. Its stumbling weight no longer bothered him as it once had. All winter long he had borne the bulk with gratitude and a humble heart, almost as if the collar had become a second skin; a pulsing friend. Since the size and shape largely took up the mass of his shoulders and neck, the delicate carvings and garnish led ones eye to take notice. He smiled warmly at her assessment and lowered muzzle respectfully when she spoke, "Good afternoon to you too. My name is Ray." “Ah, such a lovely title,” he murmured, already finding the name pleasing and easy to remember, “I am Midas.” Skull leveled, gaze quickly retraced the lines of her darkened pelt and feathers, memorizing contours to commit her person into memory. Finding satisfaction he averted gaze back to her face and asked, “What brings you to the Threshold on this fair afternoon?” tone remained pleasant and calm. With the help of wind direction he could already tell she was without home; a loner or rouge of sorts. |
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