As the clothe draped over his eyes, Gaucho's primitive mind began to work. He suddenly felt...cool? Was the clothe itself cool, or was it cooling? He couldn't tell, even as a serenity seemed to descend upon him. In his antlers, Mara was skeptical. However her bonded's mind was closed to her nagging, and could only know the clothe. Gaucho felt what seemed like each and every strand - every string as it was woven up and over every other. It felt both heavy against his brow, and light as a feather. For a moment, he contemplated raising his wings to hold it down, lest it fly away. And if it did? Surely he would be struck down by the God's of the Golden who gave him such a gift. However the cloth did not seem to be going anywhere, at least until
THWACK
In his antlers, Mara hissed. The sound sounded far to far away to the serpent. Her head wriggled, as if trying to free herself from the cloth. Gaucho, however, had other plans. His ears pinned against his skull, as he grunted loudly. In his mind, he could sense Mara's skepticism and her impatience. However the WildFire would not have this opportunity jeopardized by Mara's untrusting mind. He stomped his large hoof in warning - to his companion - to remain where she was. The hissing, while still angry, began to subside as the pair remained under the darkness of the cloth.
Rather unceremoniously, the dun's eyes were welcomed back into the sunlight. Blinking, he looked to the golden prince for confirmation. The smile upon his regal features seemed to indicate that it indeed had worked, and since Gaucho had heard the clack, he nodded earnestly. "Yes. Gaucho hear." The dun paused, trying to discern the feeling of magic within his body, but finding none. When he had first been gifted with magic, he had felt it flood through his veins as clearly as rain upon his back. However, although he had felt the cooling of the cloth, no such sensation accompanied it. Flicking his ears slightly, Gaucho narrowed his gaze.
However as Thranduil began to speak, Gaucho's own budding skepticism was promptly nipped. His mind was distracted by understanding the Prince's words, lest he miss some crucial instruction.
..find those liars again...
The words resonated in Gaucho's simple mind. Yes. Find them. That's exactly what he needed to do. It seemed so clear. So obvious. So divine. Any lasting skepticism from Mara was completely overridden by the Dun's decision to precisely follow the words of the prince. His pierced nostrils flared, as his blocky head nodded. Part of him wished that he could bring the cloth with him - it seemed....necessarily, but at the same time, he wasn't surprised that the golden wouldn't be willing to part with such a gift. Besides, he said the magic would work, didn't he?
Isn't that what he said?
With new found purpose, the WildFire, once leader of the Dragon's Throat and undefeated champion of Helovia (although unknowingly) nodded to Thranduil. "Gaucho will find. Will bring here. To justice. To Thran-doo-ull."
He nodded decisively, the blue-striped muscles of his chest flexing easily as he retreated a few steps. Flame-tipped wings extended from his shoulders, hovering perpendicular to his dark frame. "Gaucho be back."
With those final words, the WildFire leaped elegantly into the skies - in search of those who had wronged him, bolstered by his new-found confidence that he would be able to discern their lies.
OOC: lololol. Until we meet again!
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