Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign

And nothing was making it better... Gossamer looked like she'd swallowed something unpleasant but tried to keep it down, Kri looked ready to do murder (he felt a respect for her because of it, actually, because he liked the chill of it beneath her false smile), Indy and poor Onni seemed uncomfortable with all the negative energy Mauja was attracting. To be completely honest, he was mildly unnerved by it too. He could understand that Gossamer was sulking, because let's face it, her idiotic plan of "taming" him or whatever had fallen flat on its face when she assumed he wanted help. It was ridiculous, but all the same understandable. Kri, though... She was just a menace, but the fact remained that he couldn't wrap his head around it. He had not a single clue what he'd done to piss her off so sorely, except take an uninvited look around. .. okay, maybe that warranted some bad feelings. He sighed inwardly. He'd do best to stay away from the Throat for a while, and hope she cooled off. And, if he ever had to come here again, he'd camp half a day out from her borders and wail until one of her escorts came to pick him up.

"You're more than welcome," he said, the barest hint of warmth in his neutral voice. Provoking her with too many smiles would just be stupid, and at the same time, he wanted to let her know that he meant her nothing ill. Yet. He might run an all-unicorn herd, but so far they'd not given any indication of wanting to take over Helovia or destroy other species. They just kept to their Edge, secluded, but peaceful. No point in telling the rest of the world otherwise. They weren't ready. Kri delegated her poor daughter to accompany them, and Mauja looked at her and her blue eyes - hesitantly returned the smile, just a small curving of his soft lips. "I must insist that it'll be our pleasure," he said quietly - unless Gossamer managed to steal Onni's mind, perhaps she and Indy would make this journey bearable, maybe even bordering on pleasant. Kri seemed tense, ready to spring, and Mauja bowed his head to her. "We'll be on our way, then. Fare well, Kri," were his parting words, and he turned around to face the paths that headed west, towards the Veins. With the delegation at his back or side, depending on where they preferred to walk, Mauja began to pad over in the direction of the Gods, the sun hot on his back.

[ Mau out! ]